THE OLD CLOCK

THE ANCIENT CLOCK IN THE HALL
MALAISELY STARING AT US
LIKE AN OLD PORTRAIT ON THE WALL.

HE WAS BOUGHT BY A YOUNG RICH MAN
AND KEPT IN HIS BEAUTIFULLY
ADORNED HALL BY THE DOOR.
THE CLOCK STARTED TICKING
FIFTY YEARS AGO
AND STILL HE TICKS ON AND ON
AWAITING HIS DEATH.

HE HAD SEEN HIS MASTER
DYING SLOWLY IN FRONT OF HIS EYES
AND STILL HE HANGS
FAITHFULLY IN THE HALL
WAITING FOR HIS MASTER
WHO WILL NEVER RETURN.


HE CAN SEE THE TALL MAGNOLIA
THROUGH THE SMALL WINDOW
IN THAT DEATHLY BUNGLaw
FILLED WITH FILTH AND DIRT.

THE OLD CLOCK ON THE WALL
HAS STARTED TO GET WORN OUT
AND ALL THE MEMORIES FLASH
THROUGH HIS MIND
HIS MASTER’S DEATH
RACED THROUGH HIS MIND
AND THAT WAS THE MOMENT WHEN
A LIGHTNING OF SORROW
STRUCK HIM HARD
AND THE GLASS COVER CRACKED
THE PENDULUM BROKE
AS THE NAIL BECAME LOOSE
THE CLOCK STARTED TILTING
SUDDENLY THE DOOR WAS KNOCKED
AND PUSHED OPEN
CLOCK WITH HIS DIM EYES SAW A BOY
STANDING AT DOOR BUT
IT WAS TOO LATE AS THE CLOCK
CRASHED TO THE FLOOR
AND HIS LONG AWAITED DEATH TOOK HIM AWAY.

A Pop star who had gone away

The lights spread on the stage
On a perfect spot
A human figure comes into
the light, and then
Suddenly the drums
Start to beat and
The guitars start to roll
The keyboard’s sound pierces
The audience cheers very loud,
And then the human figure lifts up the mike.

Then starts the fantastic song
And the drums beat along
The electric guitar hums
But the audience does not keep mum
Because they are too much rocked
Everyone lifts up their hands and starts to sing
And for an hour the pop star
Sings the rocking song
And after the show he goes into his
B.M.W, a beautiful and stylish car.

The fans run behind the car
Asking for an autograph
But the pop star opened the power window
And simply spit on one of his fans
Who had been disturbing him whenever he goes for a program (disturbing by asking autograph)
The man who was his fan cursed him
And years later when he had
Lost his fame he came to be a very sad person
His head had got a twist
He had gone a little mad and tried to kill his son

And how dreadful !
He got a chance for a program
And it was a chance to regain
His fame ,but the curse of
One of his fans worked and
The day before
He went for the program
Unfortunately , he died
Many people cried but nothing can be done
Because he is no more in this world.

A Stab of Pain ( My First Poem on Blog)

The woods are very dark

Its winter season now

I walked in without a torch in the dark

And my hand hit on a rose plant.

“Ouch” I cried, as

A thorn went into my hand

I couldn’t see the thorn in the dark

But I could feel a stab of pain

I thought I would be dead

I thought it was a poisonous thorn

I felt afraid that I might die

And I felt something strike my heart

Then I shouted loud and loud

And then suddenly opened my eyes

And saw me lying under the bed.