Sitting here, a sad song i hum
The world aroud seems so rum
Everywhere faces bored and glum
And no holiday on the weekend, how dumb
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Monday, April 14, 2008
Do-it-Yourself
(roll your eyes) and say o-ho-ho-ho-ho
so you don't know how to play the pian-oh
do not worry coz we shall let you know
so just pay attention, here you go.
now first of all bro
just practice the to and fro
not too fast, go nice and slow
row, row, row
(your boat, gently down the stream
merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily
life is but a dream..)
well that was the commercial break so..
getting back to the pian-oh
there are two genres in which you can Fa So La Te Do
First:
just fix your left hand on the keys on the piano
and let your right hand run the whole show.
Second:
or else let both your hands get set go
to come up with beats that you can mix and throw.
so thats about it with genres ek and do
but dont forget you need to pedal with your toe.
well that should get you started with the pian-oh
now just stand up and take a bow.
(damn that didnt rhyme :| )
so you don't know how to play the pian-oh
do not worry coz we shall let you know
so just pay attention, here you go.
now first of all bro
just practice the to and fro
not too fast, go nice and slow
row, row, row
(your boat, gently down the stream
merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily
life is but a dream..)
well that was the commercial break so..
getting back to the pian-oh
there are two genres in which you can Fa So La Te Do
First:
just fix your left hand on the keys on the piano
and let your right hand run the whole show.
Second:
or else let both your hands get set go
to come up with beats that you can mix and throw.
so thats about it with genres ek and do
but dont forget you need to pedal with your toe.
well that should get you started with the pian-oh
now just stand up and take a bow.
(damn that didnt rhyme :| )
Labels:
forever yours dumbo,
freakinfrisbees,
pian-oh
Raey Wen Yppah :D
for the record, im not mad
though i saw someone wearing a pava ad
she had puffed sleeves in red and gold
reminded me of times of old
but who knows, it might start a fad!!!
(and ppl would start wearing pava ads)
though i saw someone wearing a pava ad
she had puffed sleeves in red and gold
reminded me of times of old
but who knows, it might start a fad!!!
(and ppl would start wearing pava ads)
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Crack It
Its all the game of fate
i roamed about aimlessly
dunno what happened.
its just a four day life
every moment a new story
look at what i am and what i used to be...
how does it matter even if i missed the car
left life's lorry
if this is a dream, dont wake me up....
i roamed about aimlessly
dunno what happened.
its just a four day life
every moment a new story
look at what i am and what i used to be...
how does it matter even if i missed the car
left life's lorry
if this is a dream, dont wake me up....
Sunday, March 2, 2008
I am a man of cloth
Limericks sre so much fun.
You could rhyme, blank verse or pun.
A mere five lines to write.
The previous line rhymes with Snow White.
And voila! You are done!
My eye almost popped out of its socket
when I saw the take-off of a rocket
So loudly I cursed
Everyone's eardrums burst
Hey, is that a gun in your pocket?
Are you just happy to see me,
or are your eyes always this dreamy?
Snap out of it,
I'm gonna have a fit,
and then I'll become all screamy.
You could rhyme, blank verse or pun.
A mere five lines to write.
The previous line rhymes with Snow White.
And voila! You are done!
My eye almost popped out of its socket
when I saw the take-off of a rocket
So loudly I cursed
Everyone's eardrums burst
Hey, is that a gun in your pocket?
Are you just happy to see me,
or are your eyes always this dreamy?
Snap out of it,
I'm gonna have a fit,
and then I'll become all screamy.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
barbie barbie...little doll
*L&^%#*R@%&*, she's a bitch
puts in ur way many a hitch
doesnt let u be in bliss
so hear me as i say this
she should be guillotined, that witch
'i am bored'
the tiger roared,
above him soared
the eagle Arord,
in defense.
from deep slumber it had arose,
to listen to the tiger's stupid woes,
since then they have been foes,
and yes, the story could have been told in prose,
so a shilling, a penny and tuppence.
puts in ur way many a hitch
doesnt let u be in bliss
so hear me as i say this
she should be guillotined, that witch
'i am bored'
the tiger roared,
above him soared
the eagle Arord,
in defense.
from deep slumber it had arose,
to listen to the tiger's stupid woes,
since then they have been foes,
and yes, the story could have been told in prose,
so a shilling, a penny and tuppence.
Labels:
Arord,
forever yours dumbo,
guillotine,
TNT
Monday, February 18, 2008
Tinkerbell is a fairy. So's APW Brian D.
Kindly note these have NOT been written by us. We thank our CONTRIBUTORS :D
We are hence not responsible for any damage caused to you after reading this.
What should i say?
There ain't a single sun ray.
I want to in my mother's arms lay,
where i can think of the bay,
and feel in my heart gay.
Please oh please, help me fly away...
Everyones gay
Hence our attention, lets not pay
While the sunshines bright, lets make hay
Find a new reason to celebrate each day
When there is heaven down here, why fly away?
Our teacher is a goth.
She has the intelligence of a sloth.
The fire of stupidity draws her like a moth.
He has invoked your wrath.
And hell no greater fury hath.
We are hence not responsible for any damage caused to you after reading this.
What should i say?
There ain't a single sun ray.
I want to in my mother's arms lay,
where i can think of the bay,
and feel in my heart gay.
Please oh please, help me fly away...
Everyones gay
Hence our attention, lets not pay
While the sunshines bright, lets make hay
Find a new reason to celebrate each day
When there is heaven down here, why fly away?
Our teacher is a goth.
She has the intelligence of a sloth.
The fire of stupidity draws her like a moth.
He has invoked your wrath.
And hell no greater fury hath.
Friday, February 15, 2008
monkeys like bananas
He had a crooked tie,
he swore to a lie,
he couldn't hear his cry,
so unthinking he said goodbye,
he thought he might as well try,
angelina jolie is a bi.
Yesterday i had a tryst,
but i didn't know that he was an atheist,
when i knew i showed him my fist,
For that he twisted my wrist,
That of the meeting was the gist.
I couldn't see what in the mist,
that came and hit me was a fist,
i am right when i say C-Y-S-T spells cyst,
so take my name off the deranged list.
and anyway...
I went a-riding on a mare,
no worries and without a care,
my friend then gave a dare,
to go into the lion's lair,
and retrieve its golden hair.
So i met up with a bear,
together we went into the lion's lair,
we totally gave it a scare,
its golden hair did we tear.
Hurray i won fair and square.
he swore to a lie,
he couldn't hear his cry,
so unthinking he said goodbye,
he thought he might as well try,
angelina jolie is a bi.
Yesterday i had a tryst,
but i didn't know that he was an atheist,
when i knew i showed him my fist,
For that he twisted my wrist,
That of the meeting was the gist.
I couldn't see what in the mist,
that came and hit me was a fist,
i am right when i say C-Y-S-T spells cyst,
so take my name off the deranged list.
and anyway...
I went a-riding on a mare,
no worries and without a care,
my friend then gave a dare,
to go into the lion's lair,
and retrieve its golden hair.
So i met up with a bear,
together we went into the lion's lair,
we totally gave it a scare,
its golden hair did we tear.
Hurray i won fair and square.
stuck
Life is as sad as it could be,
now pom, then mup.
Why oh why don't you let me be?
The whole world i want to see,
not just these books that you show me.
All i want is to break free,
from the clutches of this place called pilani.
What is heaven
we shall never know
Where is it
nobody can show
So beyond our limits
let us not go
And accept Pilani
However down under or low.
Think how there can be,
heaven in Pilani.
Can't you see,
we pay a fee,
and are still not free.
we are imprisoned like a caged bird who wants to flee,
or in a jar a trapped bumblebee.
Oh god, why have you forsaken me?
there are no limits, no boundaries,
these are just an ordinary man's worries.
Outside there are endless opportunities,
but out here our minds just freeze.
Feels like we have lost the keys
to doors of a million possibilities.
Its like an artist of the trapeze,
who has lost all her abilities.
now pom, then mup.
Why oh why don't you let me be?
The whole world i want to see,
not just these books that you show me.
All i want is to break free,
from the clutches of this place called pilani.
What is heaven
we shall never know
Where is it
nobody can show
So beyond our limits
let us not go
And accept Pilani
However down under or low.
Think how there can be,
heaven in Pilani.
Can't you see,
we pay a fee,
and are still not free.
we are imprisoned like a caged bird who wants to flee,
or in a jar a trapped bumblebee.
Oh god, why have you forsaken me?
there are no limits, no boundaries,
these are just an ordinary man's worries.
Outside there are endless opportunities,
but out here our minds just freeze.
Feels like we have lost the keys
to doors of a million possibilities.
Its like an artist of the trapeze,
who has lost all her abilities.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Masterpiece 2
For You...
When your eyes are inundated with tears,
I shall take the salt of suffering in them away
Into the vast ocean of misery
That is me,
I shall make you smile again,
Trust me…
When your heart goes numb
With the frosty chill of loss,
I shall thieve warmth for you,
I shall keep hope in you alive,
Trust me…
When the bleak autumn sets in,
Takes control of your life,
I shall fight for you-
Barter my soul,
For that fragrance of spring,
The verdure of bliss,
I shall make your life bloom again.
Trust me…
I shall always be there,
Even in death…
I shall shadow you forever
Over valleys and mountains
And islands of being,
I shall shield you from sorrow,
From grief, from despair
I shall carve your destiny
With the loving hand that is mine-
An exquisite sculpture shall be my gift to you…
And in death-
Free from the bondages of human existence,
In death shall flow the fountain of my love for you
To the fullest…
Your life, you shall live,
Beyond compare,
Trust me…
When your eyes are inundated with tears,
I shall take the salt of suffering in them away
Into the vast ocean of misery
That is me,
I shall make you smile again,
Trust me…
When your heart goes numb
With the frosty chill of loss,
I shall thieve warmth for you,
I shall keep hope in you alive,
Trust me…
When the bleak autumn sets in,
Takes control of your life,
I shall fight for you-
Barter my soul,
For that fragrance of spring,
The verdure of bliss,
I shall make your life bloom again.
Trust me…
I shall always be there,
Even in death…
I shall shadow you forever
Over valleys and mountains
And islands of being,
I shall shield you from sorrow,
From grief, from despair
I shall carve your destiny
With the loving hand that is mine-
An exquisite sculpture shall be my gift to you…
And in death-
Free from the bondages of human existence,
In death shall flow the fountain of my love for you
To the fullest…
Your life, you shall live,
Beyond compare,
Trust me…
Labels:
for you,
forever yours dumbo,
masterpiece 2,
trust me
Saturday, January 26, 2008
masterpiece 1
Dusk
A gentle breeze just touched my face,
then died away without a trace.
It brought with it a sweet perfume,
which reminded me of times of bloom.
I stopped for a while and thought of how,
the world had changed without him now.
With him every blade of grass made me,
think of spring's lovely greenery.
And now it takes a whole orchard of flowers,
to show that its beautiful, this world of ours.
Back then, even a crow's coarse cry
would seem like a sweet lullaby.
And now, even the nightingale's melody,
fills me with emptiness and melancholy.
Then, the pale sun of the wintry cold
looked in the sky like glistening gold.
Now every drop of a bright sun ray
only makes me want to turn away.
A gentle breeze just touched my face,
then died away without a trace.
It brought with it a sweet perfume,
which reminded me of times of bloom.
I stopped for a while and thought of how,
the world had changed without him now.
With him every blade of grass made me,
think of spring's lovely greenery.
And now it takes a whole orchard of flowers,
to show that its beautiful, this world of ours.
Back then, even a crow's coarse cry
would seem like a sweet lullaby.
And now, even the nightingale's melody,
fills me with emptiness and melancholy.
Then, the pale sun of the wintry cold
looked in the sky like glistening gold.
Now every drop of a bright sun ray
only makes me want to turn away.
Labels:
dusk,
forever yours dumbo,
freakin,
frisbees,
masterpiece,
TNT
balderdash
Dude you take the cake,
of these poems that we bake,
enjoyment for enjoyment's sake,
here's one for you, tayk!
of these poems that we bake,
enjoyment for enjoyment's sake,
here's one for you, tayk!
you sat on my crap
I travelled many a distant land,
through deserts of snow and of sand,
yet i couldn't find the band,
that had once adorned her hand.
Through expanses that out were fanned,
my eyes had time and again scanned,
till at last i returned weak and tanned,
defeated by fate to my land.
In those statues made in time,
is hidden a secret rhyme,
just slip in a dime,
and you can hear a jingling chime,
that speaks of an ancient time,
a moving unmute mime,
so unless you've done a crime,
you can always hear the rhyme.
In the garden by the lake,
i was standing with a rake.
The smile on my face was fake,
as that day i had baked a cake.
It was the best i could make.
But it would just not break.
So for your own sake,
if you don't want your life at stake,
never ever eat my cake.
through deserts of snow and of sand,
yet i couldn't find the band,
that had once adorned her hand.
Through expanses that out were fanned,
my eyes had time and again scanned,
till at last i returned weak and tanned,
defeated by fate to my land.
In those statues made in time,
is hidden a secret rhyme,
just slip in a dime,
and you can hear a jingling chime,
that speaks of an ancient time,
a moving unmute mime,
so unless you've done a crime,
you can always hear the rhyme.
In the garden by the lake,
i was standing with a rake.
The smile on my face was fake,
as that day i had baked a cake.
It was the best i could make.
But it would just not break.
So for your own sake,
if you don't want your life at stake,
never ever eat my cake.
Friday, January 25, 2008
intoxicated
freaks of the world, here we come..
high on tequila, vodka and friggin' rum.
on this crazy shit that we host,
lets start off by raising a toast
to the legendary threesome :P
cross my heart and i swear to die
and in the amazon my remains shall lie
in the heart of the jungle you shall find
a key to the Treasure, a piece of my mind
of course i'd like a date beside a blue moon
with candlelit dinner, and a looney tune
but it does sound like a daft teenage flick
where the chick made out with a random Dick
aah well we ve raised quite a storm
lets just nurse those hangovers in the dorm
just wait a bit
let monsoon hit
then we shall be sober again.
high on tequila, vodka and friggin' rum.
on this crazy shit that we host,
lets start off by raising a toast
to the legendary threesome :P
cross my heart and i swear to die
and in the amazon my remains shall lie
in the heart of the jungle you shall find
a key to the Treasure, a piece of my mind
of course i'd like a date beside a blue moon
with candlelit dinner, and a looney tune
but it does sound like a daft teenage flick
where the chick made out with a random Dick
aah well we ve raised quite a storm
lets just nurse those hangovers in the dorm
just wait a bit
let monsoon hit
then we shall be sober again.
Labels:
beware,
explosive,
inflammable,
intoxicated,
legendary threesome,
let monsoon hit,
TNT
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