playing with acrostics

occamsrazor told me about some acrostics from The Golden Gate, last night. Jobless as I was today, I wrote some for my friends and before I knew everyone was playing with acrostics. Here are some:

Vibing away without difficulty
Indexing new friends everday
Binding strong bonds with everyone
Hitting highs with everyone alike
Industriously loved by everyone.

While pasting this, the two of us realised that I had spelt her name wrong, it is VIBHA. Acrostic acrobatics as Chirag calls it.

Another one

Shall I praise you for all your worth
Hey I'd need days to put in words, you are
A n assortment of good things galore
Mending friendships gone sour
Adding a new zing to things old

And her reply

I thank you for this little note
Nobody before ever wrote
Dropping such a thoughtful line
U gave my day a better shine

And another one by Raju

I like your zest for life
New things always learning
Don't get affected by strife
U keep the curious fire burning

New Partner in Rhyme

Okay here we go again, I'd like to introduce my new partner in rhyme, Chirag. It is another crazy rhyme which went as a question to him. The first verse is mine, the next is his and the sequence continues.

If life were a clean slate;
And you were to slate;
The people in your plate;
Who'd come fast, who'd come late,
Who'd fall off the gate?
Would you try and change or are you sate with with your slate?

Part I
If I had people in my plate,
I can most confidently state,
Them I would most violently hate!
For they would most probably grate
And my appetite far from satiate...

Part II will also happen at this rate

I think you had people in your plate
And them you ate
I can see your stomach gyrate
Does your stomach agitate?
My stomach is really in an even state
And though it does sometimes throw its weight
If people were really what I ate
My tummy, assuredly, would hit my pate

This rhyme is throwing its weight
My tummy is in a bad state
And if this persists, I'll empty its contents in a plate
Can we digress from this state?

Oh yes we'd better not wait
let's leave this rhyme to its own fate
and your tummy's contents in a better state
hope it's not too late

Peeling the paint off

Am back in Mumbai, after a short, hectic, fun and eventful trip to Kerala. Here's something I wrote after getting back.

Peeling the paint off
The colors are slowly peeling off;
The green, red, black is turning pale;
The big bad black is diluting;
A new hue is emerging;
Your thoughts seem to show through it;
Now a red, a yellow, a bright orange;
I can see the colors of the rainbow;
Were these emotions hidden behind those colors?
You were painting a new hue everyday;
Concealing the real you;
Though in every hue you painted there was a part of you;
Paint you did with passion,
Every emotion played itself well,
Playful, Passionate, Painful, they were
I laughed, loved, loathed
Piqued, pinked, pained, I yearned
For the colors to change.

Wringing out the wrongs

Here's our (Vibha and mine) last one before my short trip to Kerala.This one is very Thanda

Wring out the wrongs

We are a group of three,
who'd love to be work-free.

If wishes were horses;
There would be no bosses.

What would I do, I wonder?
Climb the hill over yonder?

If it were upto me,
I'd go swimming in the deep blue sea.

Would you climb on to the world wide web;
So your boredom could ebb?

My boredome is infinite;
Wouldn't ebb by looking at any site.

There is nothing that you can't vanquish;
Don't give up hope, don't languish

Oh, hope always springs eternal;
Even from those pits, abysmal.

My back aches and so does my shoulder;
It hurts; feels like a boulder.

Proof that you are alive — that is pain;
You will soon be right as rain.

Reflex repetition

Another one from Vibha and me, this time it is alliteration which is the theme. Almost sounds like a suicidal poem or so she says. When we were taught alliteration in school, it was Raja Rammohan Roy we remembered.

Reflex repetition
languid langour lingering long
wonder why what where

wibby webby webbing wisely
lingering longing lusting long

creaking crying croaking core
watching waiting wilting wry

breaking, bellowing, blasting blaring
calling crying calming call

hate hurt hurry hush
staring searching searing still

serene, sandy sea shore
sun shine shimmer store

dusty dragging dullish day
pouring prying persistent pain

moving motivating mobile may
mournful morose meaningfully mend

weeping wiping wretched way
sleeping searching stumbling saga

damp, dampening, dense dawn
full fried frenzied friend

rain, rainbow, radiant rapture
sweet smiling sleepy succour

Another one

After a short hibernation, Vibhs and me are back with another one.

For better not for verse
Free your mind of these clutches dame
Tomorrow will not be the same.

Crutches, clutches, clocks and clicks;
Everything just makes me feel sicks.

Just go out and vanish;
Tell the world to banish.

Vanish, banish — this is not for me;
The wide, wild, world — i want to see.

You sit here and all you will see is the world wide web;
Get out, get to sea, watch the tides ebb.

I'm going, I'm going — see, I'm gone;
While I am at it, I'll eat some corn.

Wait, wait let me come, I want some breeze
It may just help, and my mind may ease.

C'mon, let's both get out of this place;
And stay away for many many days.

Diversions in conversation

Okay we have been at it again, communicating through verses. Here’s our (Vibha and mine) rhyme game. We have written this over the past two weeks and it does reflect our thoughts on those days combined with the pressure to rhyme

Diversions in conversation
am thinking of the many diversions;
In our conversations

i agree, they are so diverse
that we often have to talk in verse.

Is this the new course
all verse and no prose?

oh, it looks like that to me
you are on a roll, i can see

Have we aborted the last attempt;
Quite a stir it did preempt

move on, move on, i say;
its a brand new day today

What to do, I tend to stray;
In the past is where I like to stay

the past is over and done with
its now almost a myth

the day has come to an end
what about my work, will it never end

work and such will forever go on
from dawn to dusk to dawn

Like they say, work keeps you away from the joys of life;
Will life be such when I am a wife?

life as a wife or wife as a life;
its still like walking on a knife.

It can't be that bad;
like they say we all need company when we are sad;
And someone to beat up when we feel bad;
And someone our children can call dad;
Don't think it can be that bad to have a hubby or a lad.

oh, dont get me wrong,
its great funbeing wed is actually second to none

I'd like to believe you just to brace;
He has given me a necklace;
He says I walk with great grace;
Am I falling for the praise;
Will the real me dissappear without trace?

do you even know the real you?
start thinking about this, when you do.

Knowing oneself, is a learning process babe;
What's today, tomorrow may not be the same.

today, tomorrow — what the hell?
someone has to cat the bell!

I know, I know, he's gonna be here
what's gonna happen, let's call the seer

I am pretty sure he will
But are you ready to go in for the kill?

The past tells me to stay calm;
What's yours will land on your palm.

He shall be yours, Amen;
the choicest among all men.

I hope and wish you are right;
but would it be fun if I get him w/o a fight?

Fight or not; does it really matter?
as long as he is not a rotter.

Really, it is all fine;
As long as he can be mine.

Will he or not? we'll wait and see;
I know you'll be as happy as me.

On a Saturday afternoon

Things between Wibs and me were going from bad to worse, so we decided to give each other a breather and put our words into verse (worse). So this is what we wrote on November 19, 2005 or atleast my other blog says so. http://www.livejournal.com/users/indumol/35275.html

On a Saturday afternoon, with piles of work to do, two people were multi-tasking. From bad to worse they put their words into verse, or they think so. Rhyming was key, poor souls had never read poetry in school or so it seems. Though I can hear one of them scream, Vibs calm down, we know you love poetry, yeah she is one of them and the other one is yours truly. The first two lines are mine and then the next two are hers and the sequence continues.

Bard do you have a mind block?
Can I help you with a piece of chalk?

I need more than a piece of chalk
To clear this big emotional block.

Will a duster do the trick?
Does it hurt, does it prick?

A duster raises a lot of dust,
Sometimes I think my brain will go bust.

From the dust a clear mind will rise;
You'll be joyed. It'll be like a prize.

A prize is only a ruse;
What I really need is a muse.

If you look, you will find;
Sometimes its your mind, sometimes the behind.

Looking and finding is all fine;
You wouldn't say that, if you had luck like mine.

What's luck got to do?
It's your attitude and what you do.

Luck and destiny go hand in hand;
They also decide where you will land.

With attitude, you can change luck and tide
And tomorrow will be yours to ride.

In life, attitude can help you tread;
But it is luck who'll get you ahead.

Get it out of your head;
Take a leap, don't wait for luck, get ahead.

Luck and attitude, what a bore;
I think I heard someone at the door.

Run away, run away, when they preach,
Find an excuse, stay away from the leech.

Its in my nature, dont you see
Stay away from the bloodsucker, that is me.

Am floored by the compliments galore;
Do I sound like a bore?

You, a bore, no no no;
This has been fun, that I know.

All good things come to an end, before ho-hum
Sets in, lets stop, for better things to come.