Friday, January 29, 2010

On a bright sunny day

This poem occurred to me yesterday and as it happens I penned it down. Do tell me whether you enjoyed it or not

On a bright sunny day

When lovers stroll their way

I rest my ass on grass

With the book which is crass


With the sun hitting my face

Without sun-screen in this case

Thinking about the test

I lay my book to rest


There were green all around

High pines look me down

I thought taking a walk

Only to get some real shock


There she stood in pink

The color she wanted me to drink

A guy was holding her hands

The one who wore grey pants


They looked happy and gay

As they began to sway

I was left in lurch

I moved toward the perch


I want to hear their talk

As they talked and walk

He said he is a vet

As I hid my silhouette


It was a blind date

But was on my wedding cake

Cupid’s arrow did struck

My heart bled, and their fluffed


Dejected- I turned back

I needed my book to relax

I reached the grass where I rest

I have to prepare for the test


There was a book once

But now there was none

A swine took it away

Spoiling my fine sunny day


Soon my cell-phone rang

From there she pang

Her disapproval of mine

A bungee from cloud nine


Losing my book

Losing my girl

Flunking the test

I became a jest


On a bright sunny day

© Tarun Mitra


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12 comments:

Shivani said...

hey its really very nice

Chakoli said...

hey thats really very nice :)

keep going :D

Sujay said...

Wow!!! Very Nice Indeed :)
The unfailing rhyme and rhythm are appreciable, I didn't miss the humour either. The humour was kinda slapstick and blunt, to the likes of Catch22.

Priyanka Bhowmick said...

quite interesting scenarios on a bright sunny day...well composed..thnk u a lot for ur feedback on "Shadow" and for following my blog :)

Mridula said...

I must say poor guy!

Tarun Mitra said...

@ Shivani... Thanks

@ Chakoli...thank you I will try my best


@ Sujay...thanks...well I am like that only..kinda slapstick and blunt..

@Priyanka....yours is a lovely poem..I try..

@Mridula...indeed he is..:)


Thank you all for your comments

Hari said...

I enjoyed the poem. The sentence "A guy was holding his hands" cracked me up. I think you meant "A guy was holding her hand".

Tarun Mitra said...

@ Hari Woops that is a typo....I changed it to her but forgot to save it in the draft..done now

Sorcerer said...

good one..good one..dude..

Tarun Mitra said...

Thanks Sorcerer :)

Megha said...

Fiction or true ? :(
Good one Tarun, hope we get to read more poetries from you.

Tarun Mitra said...

@ Megha....fiction are inspired by facts distorted by reality subjected to inspiration..now this one came suddenly out of nowhere and engulfed me...and nothing is always or never...Seriousness apart, poem is not at any case direct reflection of my life...:P and thanks for appreciation surely will try better