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Bangalore to Chennai ...

I am not a poet in any forms of definition, but I know I have that capability in me ;-). This is my first ever poem in English, so kindly read it and let me know how you guys like it. This poem actually talks the mood of a bachelor who travels from Bangalore to Chennai every weekend. I assume that I have not posted this on my blog, if this happens to be a repeat post, kindly ignore ...

Its one more travelling weekend
My entire soul is weakened
I would say it’s due to hectic work
And all I get is a peanut perk

Friday evenings are traffic choked
Reaching home is always lurked
Packing things with a sense of joy
The mood is same for a girl or boy

On to the streets to catch an auto
And you ought to wait, if you need to
When it starts to rain white and gray
All you can do is stand and pray

Long wait always makes you angry
Then I realize I am hungry
Rushed to a near by sagar chain
Search for an idly went in vain

You may be techie with lots of flair
But auto wala's just don’t care
Head or tail you want go
To get an auto you have to bow

Reached station which is @ 10 kilometer
By paying the auto one and a half meter
Felt a sense of achievement and pride
As I got an auto ride

Searched for a "corner" with my ipod shuffle
Then I realized, it’s meant for couple
That struck me the fact that I am still single
Bud do I have the mind to mingle?

Got a place amidst of logs
Well accompanied by few stray dogs
They look at me as their boss
Who would flick some biscuits to toss?

Sinking in my own thoughts
Ear phones singing “Know my hearts”
What is so great about a software guy?
When your family is not nearby

Rain has now stopped to a drizzle
There comes my train with a loud whistle
The station name is Cantonment
I have to search my compartment

One more weekend travel on the cards
I too travel like train guards
Only difference is, I don’t flag
Frequency of travel is what we lag

Thinking with a mood of pain
It looks like there is no more rain
Slowly crawled to my upper berth
Hoping to give a meaning to my birth

Trying to sleep and closed my eyes
A chill wind, cuts me like an ice
Windows are shut and it’s warm and nice
There comes Chennai, as time flies

Comments

  1. very clearly ur first attemp at these... cuz the rhyming says it all .... when i started to write i too always went for rhyming words...

    but truly an excellet post and poem... so sweet simple and sober ... really very cute ...

    keep writing more

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  2. Its the experience I have almost every long weekend.

    You are poet now. And sooner than later you will sing a duet.

    lolz sorry for the mokkai ;)

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  3. Hey, very nice :). Sounds wonderful, esp for a person like me who cannot manage even a single rhyme

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  4. sir..very nice..
    to get an auto you have to bow..lol
    whistle adicha auto varadha??

    search for an indly went in vain..
    angayum poi idlya??
    do write more poems.. ur funny bone keeps on appearing then and there..

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  5. All is fair in trying and writing
    But for your whining and moaning
    Excellent piece of mind boggling

    Poured your heart in verses
    wish you get your hearty misses.

    Yearning for a good taste
    though not written in haste!.

    'S a true picture of commuting in weekends, living out of shoulder bags, and paying the b'lore-chennai fare for auto fellows, making a hole in your yearly budget.

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  6. nalla iruku.. aana rhyming and meter thevai illa.. matter than matter..free

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  7. Good writeup!!

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