A retrospective of my poems ( a poem)

Incoherence is what some call,
Tolerance is that way tall.
Same applies to my work all,
The thought reddened my eyeball.

I wrote that just for fun,
Serious batter there was none,
Put it in me silly blog,
And invited all who said they jog.

They made me think,
Some bade me wink,
Others asked me the link,
Most called it a junk.

The poem in the blog lacks rhyme,
The ones in Kindergarten got good rhyme,
The poem kindles the dart of aim,
The incoherence and rhyme is all the same.

What I think isn't what I type,
What I type isn't what I see,
What i see isn't what I meant,
What I meant isn't what I get.

So much for a poem,
On the infinite web-podium,
Move,march for a diadem,
To hope for the best is my aim.

Nanotechnology (a poem)

Nano is the tiny word we use
Ten power minus nine we deduce
Why do we need another word?
For good?bad?or the pity mad?

When it's raining
And afraid of draining
Get under the nano
Rain is no problemo.

When you want a car,
And your purse is on the tar,
Think of buying nano,
Car is no problemo.

This is how they sell,
Just ring them a bell.
To the place you dwell,
They bring it very well.

All these misnomers,
Attract all customers.
The company turns prosperous,
Since the world is delirious.

What is there in a name,
For the life is just a game,
Don't be dumb and lame,
Or have fun watching the mime.

Nano is in technology,
Take Chemistry or Biology,
All follow the very pedagogy,
Call it never a bad bogey.

Come on all,for its your day,
March your way,Come what may,
In the the path of knowledge,
And burn the common effigy.

The Blog! (A poem on blog)

I wonder why people blog,
With not much of mental clog,
With so much of backlog,
Who would clutch the big log?

Staring at the TFT,
Thinking of a cute beauty,
Mind goes wild and hands go cold,
In the end the blog was build.

Scratching my head,
Making a thud,
It shook the board,
And I felt very bored.

Why type online,
When we can write offline,
With no apparent fear,
And no one to interfere.

Over the night I surfed,
Why the blogs were stuffed?,
I found only then.
And retreated to my den.

In the daylight,
I saw the fight,
On the net's might,
Man pondered his plight.

None can try to stop this,
None can even dismiss this,
For its the public's fire,
To trounce it: is to dare.




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NB:
Those who know me please do not mistake,for it is just poetic and I have no cute beauty to think about.

Out on the road-a simple poem

Cool dudes go to rock,
Watch 'em pluck the chick;
They play the game well;
Funny is the way they dwell.


Oh! I thought I was blind;
For I was not of their kind.
Blame me if i were one
I don't want to copy anyone.

Are they just showing off,
Like a bulb never switched off,
Spreading the light in the dark;
To burn out at the next daybreak.

Lazy like a cow in the meadow;
Gazing at the suspended orange-yellow;
Am I what I used to be?
Has the wind took me like a baby?

Hark! the bell has rang!
It's time to fill the lung.
Out on the road I got to run
To enjoy the life with the bright sun.