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 Jan 2014 shreyas bhalekar
Buzz
I hit a mosquito using my head
It's no big deal
The mosquito was a nuisance
So my head will fit the bill
My head is decorated in red
Due to the blood that splattered
I never knew that a head
could make a mosquito's body tatter

Now I grasped the full definition
To use your head in every situation
My hands were forging art
so I couldn't separate them apart
So a head of mine will do
"Take that mosquito, f@#k you!"
So, that's the end of it
"This incident will make a great poem", I think

Thus a whimsical tale between me and you
And yeah, it is true.
hahahaha  :D
there's a lot in me that wants you closer
but more in me that doesn't care
there's a lot in me that wants you far away
more that wants my blood in your hair.
most of me
while we're being honest
claws at my own chest
and is broken at best.
 Jan 2014 shreyas bhalekar
Buzz
Lost
Is nothing but a partner of mine
Seldomly, I feel needed
While the public pour their sweat on the corridor
I am alone thinking to myself
That I am an Outsider

Pushed
As I am by society
Rejecting the idealogy of mine
Thinking that it is old fashioned
Whilst the world strive for change
Isn't the suggestion a change for the better?
Truly
That I am an Outsider

Rejected
By all degree of mankind
They judge a book by not looking at it's content
But by it's colourful cover
The shallowness of theirs
Truly runs a trivial in my mind
That is why
That I am an Outsider

But I don't care
 Jan 2014 shreyas bhalekar
carmen
It all kind of hurts
Ok not kind of
it really hurts.
And it hurts more often than it doesn’t
But when it doesn’t
Oh, let me tell you about when it doesn’t hurt.
When I can feel the air I breathe
The languid drifting thoughts just before sleep
Those incredible moments when the only tears rolling down my cheeks are happy ones
When it doesn’t hurt, I see myself as limitless. Boundless.
I can be confident.
I feel beautiful, and loved.
The sweet world wraps its arms around me
And I am safe.
But it all kind of hurts
And that hug becomes a chokehold
And I feel ugly and ignored.
I am scared
When it hurts I am limited and trapped
And the tears turn into sobs
Making the thoughts of the night, terrors
And
I
Can’t
Breathe
Have you ever felt that you're so alive
but later on you're nobody? Well,
that's how I've been feeling ever since I was a baby,
a little kid and as of now, a young adult.
Back then I was so scared
to go back to face my fears, but these things happen.
What is snow? What is white? And
what is darkness, between black and white? That is what I need to know.
When I'm mad and dangerous I go black. And when I'm happy and kind,
I go white. It is like two different kinds of me in two different kinds of worlds.
The good side of me in a world of clarity
and the evil side in a world filled with wickedness.
Who am I? What am I? Which two different kinds of me is the real me?
Now that question I do not know.
I must follow back to my footsteps and find out who I really am
and where I truly belong,
in one world or the other.
"Loneliness reaches a whole new level of a self-entrapment, which raises questions and doubts on self-identity."
Old Ray gets up this morning
feeling a little bit let-me- fix-the-world
so he turns to his wife Old Mary
who’s reading the news in her iPad
and he resurrects his suspicion
she’s gone deaf recently

So he stands to her right and calls out her name
No answer
So he stands to her left and calls out her name
No answer
So he goes behind her and shouts out her name
and Mary, without looking up, says calmly:
“For the third and last time, Ray -
what do you want?”


And Ray
who has heard no answer thrice
thinks to himself:
*Poor Old Mary,
after all these years,
she’s indeed lost her hearing
poem based on an online joke
the teacher
expounded on the value of the tree
“Isaac Newtown
discovered the law of gravity
under an apple tree;
the Buddha gained nirvana
seated under the Bodhi tree
Children -
what can we extrapolate from this?”



“It’s obvious, teacher,” said a smarty-pants kid
*“class is useless -
for if they’d been seated in a class like us
they’d have remained ignorant”

— The End —