Thursday, July 11, 2013

Poem 252 - Junk Ads And Mail

Letters and other junk to see
Bank letters, postcards and advertisements for free 
Some important and some useless papers for me
Oh! Why can't these useless letters just be?

Useless letters form a different stack by yourselves please
Don't get blown away with the breeze
Stop flying, at once, you must cease
These junk letters never put me at ease

What a waste of paper these ads in the mail are
What am I supposed to do with college ads from so far
Or with the ad of the opening of a new restaurant and bar
Nowadays even kept between the wipers of my car

Oh! Junk mail, please  don't irritate me
I have more important things to see
~Gaurang Rao

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Poem 251 - Supermoon Night

Her torch seems to burn like the sun all night
Oh! Its the moon glowing in the night sky
Those two lights, ah! Such a wonderful sight
But the moon is faint, why is it so shy?
Plane passes, what luck for people on it
First class seats and such a beautiful view
Staring at the moon, on a bench I sit
It's  so exciting to see something new
At the colours in the night sky I stare
Couldn't get more better, as a breeze blows
Enjoy this beautiful time, it's so rare
Through my whole body, happiness flows
Such a good end to an exciting day
Please let times like this come always I pray
~Gaurang Rao

Poem 250 - Yellow Changes?

A strange world I'm in
I can't measure this weirdness 
Funny yellow world

Cotton candy clouds
Maybe just mango flavoured
The sun has vanished

Pondering I sit
I remove my sunglasses
Everything's normal
~Gaurang Rao

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Friday, July 5, 2013

Poem 249 - Sandy Legs

Nature's softness felt
Barefoot, I run on the sand
They stick to my feet

Beautiful imprint
Of my footprints on the sand
Waves wash them away
~Gaurang Rao

Monday, July 1, 2013

Poem 248 - The Wheel

I was walking in, these woods, one day
When between some plants I noticed something lay
Would you believe it? It was a metal wheel so old
Today, it might be worth quite a bit of gold
So heavy, I couldn't lift the wheel
So to look at it, I had to kneel
So old, so huge must be from a war tank I had a guess
But it could be from one of the oldest carts no less
The oldness deduced from the amount of rust
I was the first one to touch it in some time, said the wheel's dust
I decided to let it lay there - for a few centuries probably
After all it was of no use to me
~Gaurang Rao