thoughts within me

Archive for December 2012

Hey hey beautiful,
wow so beautiful,
hey hey beautiful,
my beautiful.

I was lost and lonely,
always feeling sad,
when things go bad,
sick of the world around me,
drowning in my own misery.

you came along,
filled my silence,
touched my soul,
made me feel whole.

you’re the song that makes me sing,
my heart beats with joy you bring,
this is so much more than just a fling,
you are my love…

hey hey beautiful,
wow so beautiful,
hey hey beautiful
my beautiful.


O my dear, where did you disappear,
its like you were never here,
you were never real.

Send me a message,
show me a sign,
that you’re doing well,
that you’re feeling fine.

Its been a week or more,
I have lost count,
it doesn’t matter anymore,
hoping and waiting is making me restless,
the ecstasy is long gone,
the pain that’s left behind,
is hard to endure.

My greedy heart beckons you to return,
but if your heart is not in it,
there would be no love, no fun,
And while I recall promises we made,
unaware that in time they eventually fade,
I still feel happy to have felt this with you,
this special feeling called ‘love’.

Our teacher she’s too great,
she just teaches, teaches… and doesn’t wait,
she comes on time and leaves quite late,
which is something everyone does hate.

She is brave, she is confident,
but she has little knowledge on which she can depend,
doubts are often asked, but seldom answered properly,
when she enters the classroom, we all wish her period to quickly end.

Her voice is strong but her memory is weak,
she gets confused, makes mistakes, then for help she seeks,
book or suggestions of students which confuses her more,
I suggest her never to teach with this kind of memory leak.

When she dictates, she seldom repeats,
she tries to be strict, just talks and seldom beats,
she judges everyone on the basis of marks they get,
and asks them (notorious/weak students) to occupy the front seats,

In numericals she makes mistakes, theory by heart she learns,
On her orthodox way of teaching, our mind and soul simply burns,
She refuses to go in detail or tell us anything more than usual,
she knows where and what she is teaching and refuses to take a U-turn,

to complete the syllabus she’s always in such a hurry,
that any hurdle in her way, our emotions, free periods etc., she would bury,
If there are less students or if they’re listening or not, she wouldn’t bother,
she would read out, dictate, teach, draw, label, as if teaching herself, raising our fury.