Breast

"She came at once with breasts,
To cleanse the umbilical stains.
I sucked 'our' lust with might,
To slake both fleshly thirst.
My mouth I thought was designed for it.
But not for long She said she dried,
And pulled those flesh at once.
I lost the innocence of my lust.
I became her SON !
With me grew my lust,
I could see only breasts
Those well filled breasts.
Never could I built them with decree.
Never did I really dare to decree,
For I fear those words
COMMODIFICATION,
OBJECTIFICATION.
Yet I could see only breasts
And they haunted me like beasts.
Now let me ask a question.
Did you my mother
Make me a weakling for these breasts?
If so I would dare to say,
Mother mother you HARLOT!!!

Pramod

Solitary Sufferer

Solitary Sufferer

- in the menuless motel

Yes I know, You do behold her,

Single in the Motel,

That MENULESS MOTEL.

In fact I know, You do more than beholding her

For she is the owner, she is the server

To say more she is the sufferer

So where shall I put marx here.

Down in your dark corners she brings that light.

The light of thousand suns

And all your beaten wishes of ages

Find fruition in her softness.

Yet you would watch motionless

Those batons boring her fathomless

Batons of Laws

BLOODY LAWS!

But often in my sleepless night

I hearken many a voices whispering

"Life this one for last night, HAPPY?"

PRAMOD L.S.

A MIGHTY HEART

Now that i lost the heart.
But those veins still strangle my throat,
I smell my own blood now,
Its stinking foul,
And i collapses to nowhere but to my own arms,
All other hearts and arms have knives in their shadows.
They tell tales to silence me,
And i run to hide my face,
Nowhere but behind my own shadow.
Everywhere ,its blood,
But that heart white with black spote.,
Stained by my tears...
Let me pierce a needle into it.
But it will never bleed!
What a mighty heart...
Your heart...that is my heart...

Poems...where dreams come true

Every poem is the continuation of a dream

You begin with a dream and end up with a poem

Dreams vanish once you wake up

While the poems still ooze from your fingers

And what do I do- when Iam confronted with dreams and poems?

I bury some of them in my poem

I bury some of them in my dream.

For the kind attention of those people who show the kind- heartedness to check this blog and those people (or should i say Rahul chettan) who was kind enough to post in the blog...I did not write this poem.

This poem was written by my classmate SOYA.

ESR was introducing us to the rhythmical verses of Hopkins when my eyes got locked on the lines scribbled by Pramod on our brand new whiteboard..."Nobody comes, Nobody goes,Nothing to be done, Its awful"...how pessimistic is that??

So I was pestering everyone in class for a 'positive' quote. Asha had a brilliant idea...what about the message forwards? Well...I had only sardarji jokes and others just didnot respond[:(] and then I heard Soya repeating the first line of the poem and I promptly rubbed off Pramods "meaningless life" (quote) and wrote it. Soya showed me the rest of the poem later and I was impressed...good work soya!!!

And this is my way of encouraging you. So the 'bloggers' of the institute, please post your comments...you maybe nurturing a poet in the making.

PELE'S PREDICTION BLUNDERS

"Edison Arantes do Nascimento AKA PELE". Yea we know he is one of the best soccer players the planet has ever produced. But he is famous for something else. He is known for making predictions that, well... for some reason or the other went wrong. I don't remember all of them, but’ll post some.
1. Prediction: France will win the 2002 world cup
Outcome: France was shown the exit door in the first round by first timers Senegal.2. Prediction: Brazil will not go past the group stages in 2002 WC
Outcome: Brazil won the cup.
3. Prediction: "Ronaldo is finished" (following his injury at AC Milan)
Outcome: Right now he is playing for Corinthians where he scored 10 goals from 14 matches and is rumoured that will be selected for national team for 2010 WC.
4. Prediction: In 1994 he predicted that the WC will be won by Columbia
Outcome: Columbia saw the exit in the 1st round. The situation grew worse when the Columbian defender Andres Escobar was shot dead for scoring an own goal by a crowd of Columbian fans.
5. Prediction: Africa will rule the soccer world and it will win the WC before 2000
Outcome: Now it is 2009
6. Prediction: In 2000 he proclaimed the Ghana international player Nii Lambi as the next PELE
Outcome: The player is yet to find a stable club and suffered personal tragedy following the death of his two children. I know it is not funny. But still....


Bottom-line: MAN! Please don’t predict something like "INDIA WILL QUALIFY FOR THE WORLD CUP"