Friday, May 26, 2006


Every day was so happy
Every second a dream
Until reality wakes me up to life
Was false what I had seen.
Frowning is the former beauty
Pain is yet to come round
Deprived of shelter, alone
Walking to a new life, waiting to be found

When love takes you higher, you soar
To a life every man strives for
Climbing step by step, elevating
Yelling and telling anyone
Who was underestimating you
Soon you'll reach up there
Where your dreams materialize
Racing on, unstoppable
With a relentles fire in your eyes.
What lies before me is not a dream
Life is never fully what it seems
I’ve learnt to fight and I’m finally winning
Of these years the pain is slowly thinning
It’s a brand new beginning
My head heald high, the past at my feet
When time was in the rain, on the streets
Deprived of shelter, alone
Walking to a new life, waiting to be found

When love takes you higher, you soar
To a life every man strives for
Climbing step by step, elevating
You know no-one is underestimating you
No force could pull you to the ground
Your faith in yourself will keep you around
You're here, on the peak of the world
Your daring dreams before you unfurled.

The Beauty of the Sea

As each strong wave pounds on the rocks
I stand, spellbound by the Sea
As the spray and foam quench the docks
I am breathlessly gazing at the blue queen

She embodies the patient and calm
With liquid lips kissing the sliver sand
Submissive to the breeze of the night
That takes her towards the moonlit land

She simmers with indomitable power
Ruining men, with a mere crystal wave
Looming over great cities, she towers
When she is raged, nothing is safe
And her crystal touch, saline
Glistening under the noon sun
Rushing waters, a symphony, divine
She is the joyous one

Nought else can be her
She is unique
None on earth will own her
She is free
And I, I am awestruck
Kneeling before the Sea.

The Playground

Cautious, I stepped through the grey gates
My world so new, carefree
And I, clutching my mother’s hand
Had butterflies dancing in my tummy

Then a friendly smile, some curious faces
They wanted to meet the new girl
When, you’re younger you’re not so stuck up
So I ran, my hair flying, to the playground

The slide, like a mountain to me
We whooshed down in ecstasy.
The swings, creaking in rhythm
Taking us to the skies with them.
The sand pit of Imagination
Stories and creatures, our simple creations.
And the jungle gym, oh what joy it was
To hang upside down, like orangutans!

Looking back, I see my first friends, who took me in
Lost in the thrill of the slide and swings
And the laughter
How simple it was, with not a worry
And years after,
Our foreheads are only lines of worry

Just a day of cheer
And everything was okay
If only troubles would evaporate
At the playground.

The Trials of School

First period English class
Start reading Shakespeare
Thou art, thee, someone save me!

Prayer not to trip and fall
Sweaty, dirty sports
I kick football over wall.

Math: too many numerals
And calculations
Answer right; oops! Question wrong.

Trying hard to learn Fran├žais
Not understanding
Espanol written on board

Physics, Chemistry, Bio
An experiment
Specimen drowns in acid

Boring history of world
People dead and gone
Who cares about yesterday?

Paints, brushes, crayons, paper
After the art class
Best grade for my doodle: F

Bell rings, finally school’s over
Running home to chill
Newest disaster, “Do chores!”

A Day in the Life of Ann Tipsy

Call me Ann Tipsy
I’m a bit of a clumsy
Most of my life I spend
Trying hard to fix and mend
All the things I’ve tripped over;
Pick up banana peels I’ve slipped over.

I think it’s mostly because
I live life without a pause
Maybe I’m in too much of a hurry
That I leave everything around me in a flurry

I try to fill my pen
I spill the ink and then
Grape juice falls on my skirt
I have three missing buttons on my shirt
I trip over the garden hose
Can’t find my basketball clothes
Forget to brush my tangled hair
Lost my sneakers’ other pair
Raise my hand for all the wrong questions
Forgot my homework for all my lessons
Accidentally walk into the boys’ lockers
Take my stitching kit to soccer
Messed up the party at my own house
All because I invited circus clowns
Wore a yellow shirt on purple day
Didn’t notice my tulips decayed
Told my friends my cat was dead
In truth I had an iguana for a pet
Used face wash to clean my bike
My boyfriend told me to take a hike.

You must be thinking, “What a twit!”
I wish I was careful, just a little bit
But what can I do, this is just me
I’m the one and only Ann Tipsy
I just pray I don’t falter
And leave my groom at the altar.

Saturday, May 20, 2006

Antarctica and Mr. Elf

Icy winds blew at my face,
All I saw was snow
Not a breathing creature in trace
I had no clue where to go.

Then, I stumbled upon a little man:
An elf from the North Pole.
He was sick and tired of getting
Bullied by “The Troll”.
Said he was on a break from
Taking orders from Mr. Claus
So he came down to Antarctica
To get back at his boss!

I stayed on for a week or two
Hoping I’d survive
In the cold, it’s not easy to live
So I prayed I’d stay alive.

The weirdest things happen there
Stranger than you think;
Imagine shoveling through the snow
In underwear of mink!

Candle wax is a necessity;
Here electricity’s unknown.
Walrus fat is fuel
And fire is lit on bones.

Penguin skin accessories
Are hot in the fashion world
The cool penguins are sweatin’ it out
Thanks to all those ‘trendy’ girls.

Now going to school is the biggest pain
Not because of studies,
If u get lost the polar bears
Will eat you and your buddies.

Well, I survived the freezing cold
Made the best of what I had
Yes, it sounds more than extreme
At least I didn’t go mad
So, I bid goodbye to Antarctica
The ice, walruses and Mr. Elf
To experience its true wonders
You’d have to go there for yourself
(Don’t forget to visit Mr. Elf!)

Big Fat Snail (inspired by Roald Dahl)

One day in a store right down the street,
(James had earned some money and was getting a treat)
He splurged on chocs, candy and the works
(Including M&Ms, Mars and Perk)
He strolled to a spot, sat down and hail,
His rump was impaled on a Big Fat Snail!
“By gum,” Jim said, “holy cow!”
“How did that get there, how?”
At first it looked like a poor little thing,
But on closer observation, it had the evilest grin.
Jim started sweating, he was utterly scared
Its eyes were bulging, its teeth were bared.
(Here comes the part where he was a real twit.
When I tell his friends, he'll be the class git!)
Jimmy threw it some of his sour candy pops
And soon realized that it like strawberry chocs.
(Duh, snails are allergic to sour candy pops;
They react much better to strawberry chocs)
The snail started bubbling and melted to the ground
The acid reached him and at his feet he found
That he had started to melt and bubble down
And both James and the snail oozed to the ground!

How Awful Is the Rain!

How awful is the rain!
When water gushes out from the overflowing drain
I wet my brand new clothes
And the muddy road is filled with paper boats.
The cars that seem to fly
Splash dirty water over people passing by.
For hours and hours it pours,
The endless rain,
And I have to stay home doing chores!
Waiting in my room I long to see
The sun come out, or a bird with a sweet melody
Instead, something buzzing in my room
With their pointy ends, hoards of mosquitoes zoom!
Diseases spread from one to the other
Most of us lying in bed
Dreading the medicines brought by our mothers…
The rain is so dreadful and bugging sometimes
But without these regular showers, would we survive?
And yet again, the rain has arrived!

Saturday, May 13, 2006

Ten Wacky Scientists

Ten wacky scientists tested some wine
One got drunk crazy
And then there were nine

Nine wacky scientists had a debate
One got tongue tied
And then there were eight

Eight wacky scientists dissected a raven
One chopped his finger off
And then there were seven

Seven wacky scientists invented special bricks
One broke his brainy head
And then there were six

Six wacky scientists explored a bee hive
One got horribly stung
And then there were five

Five wacky scientists scrutinized the floor
One slipped on a banana peel
And then there were four

Four wacky scientists were promoting planting trees
One got punched by a lumberjack
And then there were three

Three wacky scientists concocted dog food
One digested it
And then there were two

Two wacky scientists blasted off to the sun
One got roasted
And then there was one

One wacky scientist assembled a gun
He shot himself
And then there were none


Come back, come home.
Return to this broken heart
'Tis not your time yet.

I awed you, my Chachan
Like an old song, not God would replace
You float in my memories, hazily.

Just to lay these tear filled eyes
On you
Anything, would I stake
Just come back.

I see you in me,
I see your energy in everyone here.
I see your smile frozen in a picture
A time when we laughed together.

Cheating time, if we didn't part
If I were your little mol again;
We'd watch the fields, as the sun set.

Photographs can never do justice;
Swinging on your lungi
Sitting upon strong shoulders
Looking into those wise eyes;
Pictures are worthless.

Embrace me in those wrinkled arms
As your final goodbye
I miss you too much.

Chachan : father
Mol : daughter (pronounce "mole")
Lungi : Long coloured cloth used by indian men as clothing to wrap around the waist. (pronounce "loon-gee")

Love is...

A strong shoulder to lean on to
A mop to soak up every tear
A kiss on my cheek to wake up to
A buddy to share a beer

A song to make me swoon
A laugh to make my day
A cuddle in the living room
An affirmative that I'm not gay

A crutch when I'm feeling lame
A touch infusing warmth
A sense of beauty when its all the same
A dry towel in raging storms

A raised finger to a jerk
Chicken soup to cure my cold
A hug after a long day's work
A place where dreams unfold

Love is...

Tuesday, May 02, 2006


No sound in the alleyway,
Her direction gone astray.
Concrete canvases display
Ghouls of black night among the grey.

Inhuman, bloodless spies
Through the corner of her eyes
Her courage with each step dies
The world is deaf to her cries.

Noislessly they follow
Creatures of the moon, hollow
Using only black to gallow
Her words, her screams, she swallows.

They reach out in despair!
Stifled by their glares
She evades each piercing stare
And offers a silent prayer.

Towards horizon bright
The sun, her secret weapon in the dark fight
She escapes from the beasts of the night
As they are doused by the burning light.


when language like bubbling streams flow

when words are laid down to fit like lovers' hands

when you feel the essence of the poet from within

when swirling thoughts are caught in the net of rhythm

when images reel as you read

when pen and paper create a symphony

then, it is poetry