#classmates
Woh din bhi kya din the,
Jb hum sab saath hua krte the.
Ladate the jhagadte the,
Par har museebat me saath hua krte the.
Jab bhi koi udaas hota tha,
Mazak me hi shi, par koi to aa ke kaaran puch jaata tha.
Aaj bhale hi hamari najdikiya khatam ** gayi **
Par hmari yaade nhi.
Marte dam tak yaad rhega vo saath bitaya hua pal.
Kyuki woh din bhi kya din the,
Jb hum sab saath hua krte the.....
— Jaya Upadhyay
Sep 19, 2020
Sep 19, 2020 at 2:08 AM UTC
Plastic smiles are always the worst
They're just the slightest bit off at first
They make your creep senses start to tingle and make a sensation
She said, I give off a creepy sort of vibe
I said, that's an odd way to start a conversation
I just ate popcorn and watched girls play volleyball
Then got made fun of for being such a creep
But I told them I was only sitting here all by myself
That's probably why I'm three times more creepier than the ordinary solo creep
Mention your red Ferrari, that'll get the ******* dropping faster
One can be a creep and still get to enjoy the role of being master
I told a girl at her 18th birthday party, that I wanted to eat that cake off her ***
Then I had to tell the entire party, that I had to hurry back to class
To practice going hands solo coming and going while flashing my special hall pass
I asked if ya wanna take a ride home with me in my squeaky cruising van?
Truly a mystery why anyone would call me a little bit creepy, ****
But I told them I was not here all by myself
That's probably why I'm three times more creepier than the ordinary solo creep
I tried to start an **** once or twice, on a bus full of giggling cheerleaders
While on the way back from our schools annual college basketball 'bout
Tried but failed at having *** with everyone on that bus, only as a game
Even did a strip tease for everyone and I even tried to make out
They didn't wanna make out but they liked my strip tease of fame
But I told them I was not here by myself
That's probably why I'm three times more creepier than the ordinary solo creep
Now I feel like a junior high football ****
Waiting for the nod, so I can stop doing it into a sock
Why get a girlfriend when I can just ********** with ****
**** dude. Just call a ****** up already and get that out the way
We all make fools of ourselves sometimes, ok for me everyday
But I told them I was never there by myself
That's why I'm so much more creepier than any other so, so, crazee mudda fuckka.
Sep 10, 2019
Sep 10, 2019 at 5:49 PM UTC
Sa loob ng isang silid
Sa loob ng sampung bwan
Sa pag-angat at kabiguan,
Sila ang naging katuwang.
Mapa sa lihim o sa hayag
Naging kayabigan o kaaway
Kayo ang saksi ng bawat isa
Sa pagtatagumpay ng isa't-isa.
Sila sa atin ang humatak
Sa itaas o sa ibaba.
Tayo ang nakakikilala ng bawat isa.
Tayo ang hukom ng ating mga gawa.
Sa loob ng sampung bwan,
Kayo ang aking nakasama.
Lumipas man ang panahon.
Ang ala-ala ay ating laging dala-dala.
(English)
Companion and Foe
Inside a room
Within ten months
In success and failure,
They were by our side.
In secret or in truth
They were our friend or foe
We are our own witness
In the triumph of one another.
They are the ones who pulled us
Up above or down below.
We all knew each other.
We are the judge of our actions.
During ten months,
You were my companion.
Time may pass.
And memories are always carried.
Aug 18, 2019
Aug 18, 2019 at 9:21 AM UTC
From talking about studies,
To late night romantic chats.
From exchanging notebooks,
To passing the love letters.
From making eye contacts,
To those sweet kisses.
This is our journey from
Classmates to SOULMATES!!!
~your smiling queen :)
Aug 12, 2019
Aug 12, 2019 at 3:25 AM UTC
She came with her friend
wanting an introduction
but I played the clown.
Jul 15, 2019
Jul 15, 2019 at 6:21 AM UTC
I have not written poetry in too long. My hands are no longer accustomed
to randomly clicking the Enter bar, and making it
sound as if my words are perfectly divided to suit these confines.
Today, I have made an exception
because your name has too often found its way onto my fingertips-
and I have so little to hold on to yet I find it incredibly difficult
to keep a straight face in your presence.
It's as if I can sense whenever you are near.
I've never believed in signs as much as I do now, and my point is that only now
has it crossed my mind that I have seen you every day this week
and I dread the moment that your face will no longer take a second of this 24 hour cycle.
And when that moment comes,
I will look back to the time when we first met.
I was wearing my old pajama pants, and a tight black t-shirt, and I remember you coming towards me so clearly. You asked me about the kid who had fallen asleep in the back, and I laughed and told you we would never catch the culprit.
I will look back to when your name first popped up on my feed, to the awkward first moments
when I would take 5 minutes between every message I sent to double check whether I sounded as if I did this all the time-
As if I were too preoccupied with my own life to respond right away when in reality my focus had shifted completely to trying to impress you.
I will look back to that first walk outside, my failed attempts at making conversation, but dear god, you made it so easy to ramble on as if my words were waterfalls, and my lungs held the town's reservoir.
I will look back to returning to our empty classroom together.
It looked different than it usually did, with nothing but empty chairs facing the stage-
and when you asked me to dance, I remember how I felt flustered over the way we had just met
And here I was, holding your waist while you rested your hand on my shoulder, and never had I felt as inadequate as I did in that moment.
I do not have much to offer. Yes, she can dance, but I can teach you how to make your fingertips waltz and glide over black and white keys, if only you allow me to hold them once more.
I will look back to the time when you asked me if I loved you,
and I remember avoiding your glance,
I remember hastily fumbling with my fingers, and surprising even myself when my lips curled what should have been a no into a hesitant yes.
I will replay that moment over and over and over again, and tell myself I should have said no.
But my heart knew what my body did not, and honesty hour had come to quickly and left my brain stranded at my doorstep.
I have wasted too much of my time reciting prayers in my head begging you to feel the same way.
But I can feel the end coming a little too fast, and too much time has been burnt out
fantasizing about stories and stolen glances and first dances and funny instruments and random hellos and impromptu sessions with your guitar at the steps next to the tower.
I still don't know why your presence sets off fireworks under my skin, or why your smile has me burying my face beneath strands and strands of hair.
But I do know this-
Next week may be the last time our paths decide to cross, and if that's the case, that's just fine.
I'll see you when I see you.
But for now, thanks for stopping by.
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 12:48 PM UTC
Sa maraming taon na ating pagsasama
Maghihiwalay para sa panibagong gera
Bawat istorya tumatak sa utak nitong makata
Wag kayong iiyak, tayo'y muling magkikita.
Ang pakikipagsapalaran sa susunod na kabanata
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 8:19 AM UTC
I guess I just expected
Something else
It happens every year,
I get excited
Hopeful
Giddy
That maybe
This year will be
Different.
Maybe I'll find an awesome friend
Who does my nails
And answers calls at two am
Like Nicole did
Before she moved to California
Or she could be like Kayla
Who would be silly with me in
Drama class
And use chocolate sauce for blood
In our Black and White movie
Before her dad died in combat
And she went to bury him in
Some foreign country
Where cell phones
Don't count
Or a boyfriend like Louis
That I could see a future with
Sitting listening to Relient K
In a college dorm
With a million years to spare
Before he left for London
But the girl in front of me
In English
Pops her gum for the boy
In the next desk
And could poke my eye out
With her fake straightened hair.
The girl in my drama class
Cakes on her mask and
Participates in pageant after pageant
And calls her anorexia
A diet
And I heard the rumor
That the boy I thought was cute
In chemistry
Was caught ********* his
Girlfriend
Under her desk in
Español Dos.
I didn't think my standards were too high to meet.
Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 10:26 PM UTC