On Television

[One of my fav poems ever since i read it in class 8. Didnt knw it was a part of Charlie and the chocolate factory when i read it. it came as a pleasent shok when i did find that fact out :) ]

The most important thing we've learned,
So far as children are concerned,
Is never, NEVER, NEVER let
Them near your television set --
Or better still, just don't install
The idiotic thing at all.
In almost every house we've been,
We've watched them gaping at the screen.
They loll and slop and lounge about,
And stare until their eyes pop out.
(Last week in someone's place we saw
A dozen eyeballs on the floor.)
They sit and stare and stare and sit
Until they're hypnotised by it,
Until they're absolutely drunk
With all that shocking ghastly junk.
Oh yes, we know it keeps them still,
They don't climb out the window sill,
They never fight or kick or punch,
They leave you free to cook the lunch
And wash the dishes in the sink --
But did you ever stop to think,
To wonder just exactly what
This does to your beloved tot?
IT ROTS THE SENSE IN THE HEAD!
IT KILLS IMAGINATION DEAD!
IT CLOGS AND CLUTTERS UP THE MIND!
IT MAKES A CHILD SO DULL AND BLIND
HE CAN NO LONGER UNDERSTAND
A FANTASY, A FAIRYLAND!
HIS BRAIN BECOMES AS SOFT AS CHEESE!
HIS POWERS OF THINKING RUST AND FREEZE!
HE CANNOT THINK -- HE ONLY SEES!
'All right!' you'll cry. 'All right!' you'll say,
'But if we take the set away,
What shall we do to entertain
Our darling children? Please explain!
'We'll answer this by asking you,
'What used the darling ones to do?
'How used they keep themselves contented
Before this monster was invented?
'Have you forgotten? Don't you know?
We'll say it very loud and slow:
THEY ... USED ... TO ... READ! They'd READ and READ,
AND READ and READ, and then proceed
To READ some more. Great Scott! Gadzooks!
One half their lives was reading books!
The nursery shelves held books galore!
Books cluttered up the nursery floor!
And in the bedroom, by the bed,
More books were waiting to be read!
Such wondrous, fine, fantastic tales
Of dragons, gypsies, queens, and whales
And treasure isles, and distant shores
Where smugglers rowed with muffled oars,
And pirates wearing purple pants,
And sailing ships and elephants,
And cannibals crouching 'round the pot,
Stirring away at something hot.
(It smells so good, what can it be?
Good gracious, it's Penelope.)
The younger ones had Beatrix Potter
With Mr. Tod, the dirty rotter,
And Squirrel Nutkin, Pigling Bland,
And Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle and-
Just How The Camel Got His Hump,
And How the Monkey Lost His Rump,
And Mr. Toad, and bless my soul,
There's Mr. Rate and Mr. Mole-
Oh, books, what books they used to know,
Those children living long ago!
So please, oh please, we beg, we pray,
Go throw your TV set away,
And in its place you can install
A lovely bookshelf on the wall.
Then fill the shelves with lots of books,
Ignoring all the dirty looks,
The screams and yells, the bites and kicks,
And children hitting you with sticks-
Fear not, because we promise you
That, in about a week or two
Of having nothing else to do,
They'll now begin to feel the need
Of having something to read.
And once they start --
oh boy, oh boy!
You watch the slowly growing joy
That fills their hearts. They'll grow so keen
They'll wonder what they'd ever seen
In that ridiculous machine,
That nauseating, foul, unclean,
Repulsive television screen!
And later, each and every kid
Will love you more for what you did.

Roald Dahl

An Unforsaken Passion

She watched with eyes ablaze
Her eyes, sharp intense deceitful
Crafty twist of a smile
And a purr, a gaze

Patient suave smooth
Writhing desire bubbling with a want
Her prey was ready
Her body was taut….

And then with grace she bent and leapt
And clawed her way to stir the sire
To ruffle him, damn his calm
To purge his soundness with desire

To ignite those senses
Oh how she fought,
A bite and scratch
And a vixen of thought

He then sank his fangs
In that soft flesh
A spurt of blood
And a growl of victory
The tigress had won.

drowsy angry thots in verse form!!!

and a time
and a heart
and a story
from the start

and a friend
and a joy
and a bond
with the toy

and a journey
and laughter
a thot of forever
that spelt disaster

and an eagerness
and to care
love so diffrent
secrets to share

and a comfort
and a delight
each moment so special
each closer to plight

and then its boredom
and then its dull
and then a quiet
times answers are null

for now what
and now where
and an emptiness
and evenings to spare

and then a guilt
and then a want
and hurt of pride
a tease and a taunt

and an emotional fool
and a human err
and fools of emotions
..........
..









from dust we came
to dust we go
tis between is nothing
but the final show

for all is written
and worked before
by god and the angels
and the sun by the shore

and there are birds
and there are trees
and mammal and fishes
and bumble bees

and there is one
a species i cudnt understand
the working mind
that of a man

they call us emotional fools
but i wonder
arnt they just exactly that
them those fools of emotions

ignorant, uncaring
strange

and yet....
......

Shakespeare in love!!!?~?~??

For prospero, he was in love

“Thou aret fairest,O Romeo”

And so ran away Juliet

With Jessica’s Lorenzo

“Juliet, youn Juliet

O what did thoust do

But no matter dear

For I forgive you”

Also was there a young boy

Not so far away, yet apart

Could’nt be more than one and twenty

Thus he spoke from his heart.

“Sweet Jessica forgive me

For false I made you believe

I am no son of Adam

I am the daughter of Eve”

“Don’t go fair Viola

As I did not err..

For in thine eyes I found

The passion of a sir”

And there stood patient Olivia

For those footsteps made her aglow

With anticipated breath she turned

And found puck under the mistletoe

“The quality of mercy….”

“Be silent foolish woman

For Jessica has run away now

Thus Antonio thou aret forgiven”

While Antonio and Shylock embraced

Portia sat quietly-well bred.

But much evil in her mind she bore

Wondering if shylock had hugged her instead

“Helena, sweet Helena

Would thoust be mine?”

Cried Hamlet insane

In front of her shrine.

“Thoust are lovely, Ophelia

Dear Lady do not cry.

Wont you come into my arm’s my love”

Said Benedick with a sigh.

“O thoust just Queen, Hermione

I wish Perdita to be mine”

“Tarry young Antipholus, meet AEgon

Perdita’s new father and thine”

A Repentent Desire

A song unchanted
A melody unsung
A desire unknown
A story unstrung

Those notes to my heart
A want they make
A moment of bliss
A focus to break

A need, a want
So strong, so dear
And yet, apart
I tread in fear

And the sprinkling rain
Leaves a need so strong
For a caress and a touch
And a heart to belong

Raw emotions unshed
Too tough for care
A tear wants to be
And yet not there.

And then it brings back
For that all I miss
Empty, uncertain
And so i wish....

An untrodden path

on this lonely path i travel
each step closer to my destiny
each step futher from familiarity
each step fresh new uncertain
and yet, therein where i belong

on this lonely path i travel
a new package over an old one
a tree with forever a new ring
a wheel within another wheel
and yet therein lies peace

on this lonely path i travel
past those familiar faces
past those comferting moments
past those unspoken words
and yet therein sits my goal, my end

so thus my friend i will leave you
so thus my love we will part
so thus mater uncuddle me
so thus papa let me go
for therein i have to reach
and watch you all below

i await!!!

i check...
then again...
one last time...
maybe now...
no answer...
not a word...
oh let it be...
why bother??
just a joke...
a phase...
an unspoken myth...
and yet....
i care!!!!

Confused Thots!!!!

And life's a storm
While loves the sail.
Like the fury of thunder,
And the fury of a gail.

And shadows of winds
And sounds of fear
Are tunes of hell
And a darkning leer.

An incomplete poem!!!!

Hmm. Yeh I knw I have this very bad habit of explaining out things but I cnt seem 2 help that lol…newyz this poem is as the title says..essentially incomplete…youd see it wen u read it….i started it with a single stanza…but sumhow I cudnt expand it properly….newyz…here it goes…the bold stanza is the one which got me started……


Shes adorable
This lovely child
A little young devil
All emotions unfiled

And so she laughs
And so she smiles
Both friendly and naughty
And as crafty as a child

And yet look closer
Look into those eyes
Do you see that twinkle?
It’s there, it lies

Oh she knows she is loved
And yes she has friends
But there are times
When these frolics end

And she sits there
So alone, so unheard
And a silent pearl slips
Then a smile, not a word

For lingers that pasted smile
But that pain in her heart
Too lingers, it stays
It denies ever to part

Oh yes none know
How could they?
For that twinkle is easy
Along with that smile so gay

For then she laughs and she says
Lifes beautiful and lifes kind
And such gentle thoughts
Keep floating through her mind................

Change of plans now....i spoke to a friend of mine he was damn confused after reading this poem...asked me what it meant....so i first told him 2 send me his own interpretations.....which he did......and it was diffrent from my own.......thats wen i realised that id rather leave this poem as it is........reason...well its open ended...to me the incompleteness was that the poem hadnt got any base or any reason given for the depression of the girl...........but i realised that was the key to it.....the fact that i am giving the readers a chance to interpret it on thier own....thus the poem gets many dimentions to it

I thank you

i welcum the new sunrise
a new day as begun
for a fresh new chapter has started
the old one being finished & done

yet i would miss it
and yet i wud cry
for this was a beautiful journey
but now i'v to say g'bye


i'll havta wish you farewell now
i'll have to take your leave
and wander towards the unknown
so impossible to believe

but before i open this chapter
and before i start this journey
there is a thing i wish to tell you
i wish you'll listen to carefully

thank you for letting me come
& celebrating those moments special
i wont forget those times
like a color for each petal

i came here as a bud
and you helped me bloom
made me tougher as a person
made me smile in my gloom

and with each step that i did take
you encouraged me to go on
to fight each moment to the end
to love each n every thorn

so thank u & farewell to thee
and to the time that is gone
of a new day of a new time
of a welcum to a new dawn

and god knows where life takes me
and where of would i reach
i simply want to take this moment
for thanking you 4 ur love
&4 all those things that you did teach