On reading one of my friend's blog,
a thought struck me-
"Why don't I write?
May be I should describe
a bird, a girl or a beautiful tree."
I know I write like a stupid,
and with that my friends would sure agree.
I always write metophorically,
but see that was a simile.
So I reached for a paper
and the pen was there free,
Soon began the writing
and my mind had its journey.
And I have just realized
that I have already written three.
And the reader is there waiting,
I guess pretty impatiently.
So here it starts-
"The not-so-famous writer's love story".
With some pictures in my mind,
I sat on the ground
and imagining the characters,
everywhere,in the air, all around.
It was then I saw this girl
and yeah hell beautiful was she.
Surrounded by some stupid guys,
fighting for her company.
I looked at her, she looked at me,
and there came a wink.
Mind got boggled and for minutes after that
my eyes did not blink.
Enchanted by her charm
I was still wide-eyed.
But then suddenly I realized
that somebody from behind had cried-
"Oh look at that writer ! In that wink he takes pride."
Gives a look the princess,
and everyone thinks he fits.
O you detritus, you ragamuffin !
You better know your own limits.
The girl then turned back and self evident was the pathos.
Feeling abashed, I didn't even look around.
She came to me and saw my everything was in chaos.
She went out for my hand, i resisted; but she found.
There came the chaperone
and encased her in a charabanc.
But there came out she
and paean for a parvenu she sang.
Already mesmerized
I wasn't even thinking rational.
Mistook it for myself,
a thought that for me was conditionally natural.
She took me to a paddock
and on seeing me full with fear.
Put my hand around her waist and said-" O dear !
Lets go to some place, far away from here".
We went through the aisles,
and hills and valleys; and after a few miles,
she stopped, and now her thoughts appeared clear,
and she said -"Thank you for your efforts till here".
I t seems she had already written an epistle to her dear.
It was now only I realized that it was all a plan.
The lady, the guys - it was all a part of her clan.
For the parvenu was he and not obviously me.
Because her father was aberrant about their rapport,
and she had used me as if I was there to outsource.
The look of that beautiful girl
had changed my perception.
But only now I realized that it all was a deception.
For in the end she gave me-
"A STING TO MY HEART".
And here my friends, the story comes to an end.
But by now you must know that the writer was no one else, but your own friend.
a thought struck me-
"Why don't I write?
May be I should describe
a bird, a girl or a beautiful tree."
I know I write like a stupid,
and with that my friends would sure agree.
I always write metophorically,
but see that was a simile.
So I reached for a paper
and the pen was there free,
Soon began the writing
and my mind had its journey.
And I have just realized
that I have already written three.
And the reader is there waiting,
I guess pretty impatiently.
So here it starts-
"The not-so-famous writer's love story".
With some pictures in my mind,
I sat on the ground
and imagining the characters,
everywhere,in the air, all around.
It was then I saw this girl
and yeah hell beautiful was she.
Surrounded by some stupid guys,
fighting for her company.
I looked at her, she looked at me,
and there came a wink.
Mind got boggled and for minutes after that
my eyes did not blink.
Enchanted by her charm
I was still wide-eyed.
But then suddenly I realized
that somebody from behind had cried-
"Oh look at that writer ! In that wink he takes pride."
Gives a look the princess,
and everyone thinks he fits.
O you detritus, you ragamuffin !
You better know your own limits.
The girl then turned back and self evident was the pathos.
Feeling abashed, I didn't even look around.
She came to me and saw my everything was in chaos.
She went out for my hand, i resisted; but she found.
There came the chaperone
and encased her in a charabanc.
But there came out she
and paean for a parvenu she sang.
Already mesmerized
I wasn't even thinking rational.
Mistook it for myself,
a thought that for me was conditionally natural.
She took me to a paddock
and on seeing me full with fear.
Put my hand around her waist and said-" O dear !
Lets go to some place, far away from here".
We went through the aisles,
and hills and valleys; and after a few miles,
she stopped, and now her thoughts appeared clear,
and she said -"Thank you for your efforts till here".
I t seems she had already written an epistle to her dear.
It was now only I realized that it was all a plan.
The lady, the guys - it was all a part of her clan.
For the parvenu was he and not obviously me.
Because her father was aberrant about their rapport,
and she had used me as if I was there to outsource.
The look of that beautiful girl
had changed my perception.
But only now I realized that it all was a deception.
For in the end she gave me-
"A STING TO MY HEART".
And here my friends, the story comes to an end.
But by now you must know that the writer was no one else, but your own friend.
