Saturday, 6 April 2013

The Blame Game




Who’s to blame?
Neither me nor you.
It’s us.
How we always blame,
When every second we know, we are lame,
When we take someone’s name.
What’s in a name?
When its all in the game,
And the thing that’s affected is your name.
Any you’re ever ready to kill to fame.
When its all in the game. 
And you’re asked to name the name,
Would it be your name?
It’s satirical as to how we blame one another,
As long as the affected is other,
In this game played by one another.
Pointing to one another’s mistake,
When respect and credibility are at stake,
You give your take as long as the scapegoat is willing to take.
It is this blame, which you know is lame, as soon as you take another’s name.
That another’s day will come,
When you’re name would've stuck to his mind like gum,
And you know what’s gonna come.
It’s the blame game, you started it and he continued,
What’s in a name? Now you answer…..
It’s all in the game, as he’s ready to kill to fame,
As he tries to tame, as now its you he gets to blame,
And yours will be name, as you know who is to blame.
For it starts over and again……
It’s a lame game, the blame game.
:(You either get it or you don’t,
You expect me to explain it, that I won’t.:)

Just an effort on difference, hope it makes sense.
Picture Courtesy: http://www.newageselfhelp.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/blame-game.jpg
 and Google Search.


Tuesday, 2 April 2013

Wonder of Love….























How difficult is it to love beauty?
No wonder you’ve made me a common man.
How difficult is it to love the Holy Mother Teresa?
No wonder you've made me diseased.
How difficult is it to love Cinderella?
No wonder you’ve made me a kid.
How difficult is it to love the most incensed of flowers?
No wonder you’ve made me a bee.
How difficult is it to love a star?
No wonder you’ve made me a gazer.
How difficult is it to love an actress?
No wonder you’ve made me a fan.
If your heart were to go to the highest bidder,
Then I shall pledge everything that is mine, in my bid to make you mine.
For its only me who knows nothing shall be of value,
In my bid to attain your invaluable love in my life.
It’s a wonder of wonders not a day passes by without your sight,
For I am blessed that I dream of us every night,
That I always pray I’m never awoken to light.
Picture Courtesy: http://counciloflove.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/04/427109_280023325401920_179181975486056_685668_1432929739_n.jpg
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Monday, 1 April 2013

Part by Part


(Trial on Rhyming to pass time)
Till life do us apart,
Let’s love each other,
Part by Part.
Till we are reduced to sand,
And there’s no one to lend me a hand,
As we wait for air to do us apart,
Part by part.         
Till it always remains that we play a part in our Children’s life,
Let’s not part,
Let’s live a prominent part,
Part by part.
Till divorce does us apart,
Let’s live to acknowledge our part in their lives,
Even if our love tears us apart,
Part by part.
Till death do us apart,
You shall stay in my heart,
Till it’s torn apart,
Part by part.
As you choose to move apart,
Of what avail is my part,
If my life fades away with you being apart,
Part by part.
The phrases “Till Life do us apart and death do us apart” had been used in a song or movie or somewhere I haven’t been able to recollect. It was these phrases that spurred me to write part by part.
Picture Courtesy: http://www.edvard-munch.com/gallery/love/separation.htm and Google Images