Inglorious Autumn grace

Autumn chill, aye! it does whip too cold
ripples of yellow leaves, dance in rolling fold
Beautiful scene that the spring had weaved
is crumpled to dry, all juice now wry and sieved
Oh Keats! hast thou ever felt the extreme bourn
of deplore that autumn would grimly mourn
to witness his exulting castle of hope melt
and to bear that enormously afflictive welt
just a pretty sight and now its gone away
lots of melodies humming,now no word to say
he saw those green leaves, and now they shed
cold and withered,his pains,voicelessly unsaid
All good was there then, and now all is gone
priced pleasure perished,as the autumn was born
his ill-starred fate, relentlessly cursed by all
in those chill whips of wind,yet he stands tall
year after year he comes,as an unwelcome'd hermit
inglorious grace,no gleaming glamor does befit
Oh thou!misconstrued, Oh recluse! anchorite
standing cold and solitary,in the withered white
when all the melodies just lament to the dead
and no blooming blossoms, all beauties behead
if I could, I shalt surely sing, thee lore
with my best wishes, truly from my core

-- Swetha Bhagwat

Rocking College Life

When I was a kid, I always used to wonder
whether the guys in college were all in blunder
used to think how cheap it would seem
to sit in the class and have a day dream
how jobless could they be to hang around
and to hoot and shout, like a noisy hound
but today when I have worn thoses shoes
and have rectified all my dont's and do's
not anymore do they seem all that crude
coz I too am in college now,come on dude!
So cool it feels now, to break the rules
and to gossip about people and their drools
All insanity suddnely are appealingly sane
ya! you do need to stop wasting your brain
on million equations and their constraints
pointless vectors and geometry of planes
and on nature and phase of standing wave
or clumsy details of how proteins behave
mixing twenty chemicals will yeild twentyfirst
hey, are'nt these enough to make life worst
when lectures bounce off, leaving no hint and clue
why sit in there, there are better thing to do
canteen has coffee waiting, hot and strong
when choice is such, bunking cant be wrong
unless you get caught as we sometimes do
its all good, we can take it on a move

-- Swetha Bhagwat

November Sunset

To that finale gleam of November sunset, I bow
as I watched that brilliant redness sinking low
the sky turning from allaying azure to gory red
darkness ascended just as the brightness shed
immortal beautiful last day of this dusking month
had marked the time for this flawless life's shunt
and yellow bird were singing coda of evening cries
in the background of the buzz of sparkling fireflies
above those swaying grass blades, in yellow shade
and the resplendent glow of limitless zenith did fade
gleam of glow supplanted by deep and empty black
replenishing the darkness, annul,nihility and lack
I watched those final rays of mighty Apollo avaunt
I watched each golden beam, as they palled, daunt
and The light has dusked, the darkness has dawned
majestic multitude of dusk, to dimness they flawed
yet I stood there, immobilized, with a fading smile
Oh! I knew, thing would change drastically in a while
many thing grew dim, with that last November rays
and lots of difference, life changes in diverging ways
those blades of yellows grass were chopped apart
and that deep void black did flush through the heart
that shimmer of fireflies were never seen again
those nests of yellow bird were abandoned and vain
and no goodbye they bid before they flew afar
they just left, gone for ever, leaving it all sour
Those songs left unsung and eyes left unfulfilled
some of those feeling were never yet unsealed
Oh! thou departure! Oh my beloved thee
is unacceptable truth, how do I convince me?
Just with memories to immortal those pretty trace
commemorated, remembered yet gone, its a truth to face
Yet life moves on and on! How strange yet true!
have learnt to seek for star, when sky is not blue

-Swetha Bhagwat
13th Jan 2011

Indeed! My stranger friends are strange..

In my quest to seek "stranger friends"
look what I found!some unusual trends!

I met a stranger, who happen to pass by me
An elegant creature, from what I could see
looked more like a prince of the battle field
slender but yet built, he looked well heeled
and alone he stood, on those rocky sea side
seemed to be lost in thought,but yet he smiled
hence, then I took the chance to speak to him
he spoke cryptically deep, as if pained by grim
awestruck, at his effeciency to speak in riddle
tried best, yet could'nt get a word as I twiddle
Wierd, I thought! How strange could it be?
And these were the words he spoke to me
“ Look my dear, thoses waves are so calm
yet beautiful breeze, does all the harm
in peaceful existance, now, terbulance invoke”
“true” I said, yet didnt know why he spoke
so obvious truth! yet could sense some deepth
and blue sea below, more waves had swept
“the evilest of sinner is the prettiest of things
for which you wreck yourself, taking all swings”
“True” I said, I too had realized it, afterall
try to reach unreachable hight,that's when we fall
Atlast I spoke,“Whats that prettiest sinner
that stoppest thee from being a winner?”
his clear eyes, light brown,of hazzelnut hue
suddenly turned away, looked at the ocean's blue
On his face, I could see his fake smile arched
Oh! I could only compare him to a monarch!
Finally he said, “No use dear, fire burns the hell
belive me, its not worth to hear, else i would tell”
I deserted my effort, to read this stranger's mind
would i ever meet him again, again would i find?
This is the strangest of strangers, I have ever met
beyond questions, I would have my life for bet
a ideal completeness, strange and abnormally apart
but looked deep at thought, about his ripped heart

-- Swetha Bhagwat
Date: 5th June