Bad Poetry


Oh damn.
We just laughed and we laughed.
Until we were bored of typing 😀 smileys,
and we started to fight.
Things started going down the drain
and my brain too started walking drunk,
you know going left and right.
I know this is bad poetry.
But haha, I hope,
at least if you would’ve seen it,
it would’ve made you laugh.
I am laughing, too.
But you have me blocked.
Things really shut down
between all those laughter riots
and our amateur jamming sessions,
didn’t they?
Why then, don’t I still have the heart
to erase those .wmv’s we recorded?
Maybe because, like day after night
and night after day,
after you left,
my beautiful mind has gone just haywire.
Stuck there, and my day still dawns at dusk.
So extreme, they were,
our insane sciencey discussions,
the earth stopped upon its axis,
that glazed winter froze,
the minute you were gone,
and life is like a glass ball,
filled with gel and glitters,inside which
the Princess now dances alone
amongst twirling magnificent snow flakes.
All night long.




the iron gates close on your face,

by the hour, takes no explanation.

not even beads of sweat,

or the four five bags slung on your arm.

the stairs outside can become your bed,

until the dawn of the morning,

or the dews flick your eyes open.

condemns you for the illegal activities,

you had been doing out so late,

to twenty-five year olds,

in uniforms.

even if it’s us youngsters,

won’t believe if we said we’re virgins!

friendship, it doesn’t accept.

just coolers blaring alarms everywhere,

the gate stands like a tombstone,

made of cold hard steel.

not like the sacred metal,

real iron is supposed to be.

ohoh, hadn’t I been talking about the gate?

mistake, the gate is made of iron,

that could be soldered away.

the coldness is in the mind,

who keeps the steel key,

who keeps it.

illiterate, and shut.

I have an answer now.

Next time, I’ll just sneak into the matron’s

Icy prison she mistook for a lavish manor.

Before the witch is back, I’ll copy her weapon,

Her upper hand during our battles,

And leave quietly.

Tonight the lock will be free,

To let whoever deserves to get past it.

And a few of their lovers as well.