I should've written this up last night since yesterday was a rainy day here in Bangalore. Nevertheless, better late than never. Here is a bit of poetry I discovered while rummaging through some old e mails. It is deliciously pointless and it feels good to know that I spent several research-moments doing pointless and amusing things. :)
Felt like writing poetry
So I put pen to paper
And sat down to think and muse, with glee
But found my interest tapered!
I thought a little edible lure would,
do my synapses some good.
So I got hold of some savories
And tried rekindling ol memories.
Somehow, that did not seem to work!
I tried hard to think and pondered!
Looked at the stars, gazed at the moon,
And stared into the wild blue yonder!
Thats all I have to say really,
I have confessed and admitted
My incompetence at poetry
Or anything remotely connected!
Ha ha ha! :)
Hello! This was fun! Notwithstanding your (claimed) incompetence at poetry, I am much entertained. Look forward to many more such :)
ReplyDeleteThis encourages me to do even more pointless and amusing things since it is time for my thesis now. :) Lowe it!
ReplyDeleteThanks Sumathi. :) I endeavor to give satisfaction- as Jeeves would say. ;)
ReplyDeleteAnd Prachi- this pointless-thing doing is ONLY for adults not for little girls.
wow....brings back college memories! I still remember the 'yes I'm a rebel! ' poem of yrs - I'm so glad you resumed writing :)
ReplyDeletefrom the writer of 'an Ode to a blank face'
"The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
ReplyDeleteMoves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it."