Why, when you are in a crowd,
you are desperate to be alone.
Why, when you are finally so,
you reach for the phone.
When you are not sleepy,
why do you go to bed.
Why do you get up,
when all you want is rest.
Why, when at home
you wonder of the world.
when you are traveling
why you miss being home.
When you want to hide,
why is the world so small.
when you want to show off,
why is nobody around.
You dont know what you want
why can't you be confused.
why cant you look at the world
and feel amused.
Why is it so hard to be
who you really are.
Why do you have to pretend,
why do you have to care.
Why is your cupboard full of clothes,
yet you have nothing to wear.
Why all the things that you bought,
you now just cant bear.
Why do you watch TV
when nothing is on.
there was something worthwhile,
but its now long gone.
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
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5 comments:
its catching on. wah wah.
if u r thinking that this poem writing has been inspired by you and anu, u r sadly mistaken.. i have tried to dabble in poetry before too with weird results..
PS: comment on the poem too..
forget renu, she is the biggest magalomaniac ever.
somehow it is more fun asking question than finding answers. if u find answers, the topic is closed; if u don't u live on
i didnt start the writing of poetry by the way. and it is anu and rama who did. so why does my megalomania figure here?
i liked the poem by the way. the wah wah was for that. it was entertaining and some of the whys are pretinent to my life too.
and sure, i would love to read more. the wierder the better!
renu: u have never quite gotten over the thought that u inspired all of us into creativity. that explains the condescending tone with which u say, "its catching one."
listen, only anu acknowledged u as her inspiration. but our creative is not bound by anyone or bound to anyone. we are free ... to blabber, i suppose.
weird is the only way, tiger
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