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BIRTHDAY GIRL………….



Exams round the corner

Time is bound to dX,

Poetry is a luxury

In times of such distress...


Tried to make it rhyme bcoz,

the times are very bad...

I would not want to hurt myself

by making my best friend sad.


Wish you luck and health abound

Wish you smiles galore

wish some more good wishes

wish you all to soar


Soar above the world ahead

reach the place you want

reach the place you dream at night

Where you, Jump but you cant!


Forget all the tears alike

forget all the stains

Remembering only smiles

Erasing all the pains


I swear I write better poems

this one seems so dumb

but sadly with this diseased mind as

Exams made it numb...


There were times when I really thought

times when I tried to write

I managed nothing little at all

I blame you for all my plight


Now Now don't get judgemental

I know am writing trash

not that I am ashamed of it

for even the stock markets crash.


Hey lets get some depth in now

To show you what I mean

Wish you a very happy birthday

May you prosper and preen.


Too much said and doe enough!

No more of this please,

To make it rhyme I swear this time

My soul I had to seize


The parody ends here my dear

The story now begins

I must thank this day for once and more

For granting us this queen.


A piece of reel, that has been etched

By a simple stroke

A tinge of blue, some simplicity

And a little smoke....

The haze covers a veil so pure

A line depicts it all....

Sorry that's not the way I feel

For I feel MUCH more, and yet some more

And not so very small.


One thing should be kept in mind

When creating any art

No matter how nice it is

being frugal is being smart


The more I write

The more I pay

The more I waste my time

In this global economy

It sure is a crime


Before you call me a criminal

Before you slap me tight

Here'S wishing a little smile

And sweet dreams for the night… :)


Shine on



This message was typed on a cell phone, at two o'clock in the night after a couple of hours of "sustainable development" and " Pest Control" in EVE,so grammatical mistakes and spelling errors and construction catastrophes if any are not apologized for…

Abhishek …..

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