Official Poetry Thread!

[Aman Prasad]

Re: Biker Boy (Poem)

I want to ride

Go ahead and blame me
Blame my eyes and heart who have become addicts
Addicts who crave to breathe some fresh air,
Converse with nature in its purest form
Places which are haunted by thoughts of cities
Which according to them
Eat and defecate in the same place.

As water is to boat and wind is to a plane
My bike is the better half of me making me whole.
I crave to see such places which are far from the shadow of cities.
These places tell me they will be history in a few years
I wanna meet them now for they change by the day.

A sudden need craves from within me
A sense of purpose I see in my life
Excitement begins to take its shape murdering the routine of life
I want explore places with my eyes
The sight of such places then fills my heart with content.
Please don’t chain me to the routines of life



I wanna ride.
A rider I am with no destination.
For I go where my heart wants and for what my eyes wanna see.

[chainslap]

Re: Official Poetry Thread!

As I raise my visor
My sweaty face relishes the kiss of the wind
I look down at the odo
Punishing myself for stopping so soon
Kicking myself at the wronged lines
Shouting at the lost overtakes

Busy in my own world I was
I heard a dull roar up above me
I saw an aeroplane slashing the clouds in half
Alone and bereft, alone and free

Where it goes, no body cares
Where it lands, no body cares
It flies, that's what matters

That's really life for me
No one cares who you are
No one will ask where you are from
What matters is whether you ride or not


-Adreesh Ghoshal

[xplod566]

Re: Official Poetry Thread!

As I raise my visor
My sweaty face relishes the kiss of the wind
I look down at the odo
Punishing myself for stopping so soon
Kicking myself at the wronged lines
Shouting at the lost overtakes

Busy in my own world I was
I heard a dull roar up above me
I saw an aeroplane slashing the clouds in half
Alone and bereft, alone and free

Where it goes, no body cares
Where it lands, no body cares
It flies, that's what matters

That's really life for me
No one cares who you are
No one will ask where you are from
What matters is whether you ride or not


-Adreesh Ghoshal

That's a beautiful poem

[chainslap]

Re: Official Poetry Thread!

Cutting Corners

I see people clad in formals
Rocking laptops and vomiting ppts
Hunched over their laptops
Haggling with clients and shooting mails
'Where's that creative? Please Revert!"
I need it ASAP, So take leadership!
And so on and forth

Part of this ratrace I am
Clad in formals I enter office
But where they see cubicles, I see corners
And there is a rising left hander to my desk

As I walk to my desk,
I shift out a butt
Crook a knee
Lock a shoulder
Bend an elbow
Turn my waist
Look into the corner
Shift down,lock the throttle grip
And dance
Dance with the road
Not a care in the world, with the engine singing
Not a worry in my heart, as my lean angle increase
My brain calculates braking distance, as the tyres scrabble for grip
The apex comes, welcoming me like an old friend
In that flash we exchange old glances, only to meet once again at the exit

Out of nowhere, I crashed into my boss
Toppled his cup of tea, and royally screwed my appraisal interview
He looked daggers at me, and I had already exited my corner

I reached my desk, excited, in a rush and ready for more.
I don't know why, but there were scrape marks on my left trouser leg
My left shoe was scuffed.

What happened, I don't know
But what happened, I know
I see corners where no one can

-Adreesh Ghoshal