She makes me smile at her..smile with her..at the little things she says...humour so cleverly wrapped up in words...now before this becomes a commercial for her blog....lemme just publish this poem I wrote for her in class once when she wanted to feel better bout herself..I donno if it had the desired effect...she just gave me a hug....he he...it's still kinda incomplete tho..I'm still peeling off the layers of this onion! ;)
Sometimes invisible
Even in red
Not naturally noisy
She spins a web of wit
Her voice she tames
With pen rather than pitch
She won't move an inch
Even when pushed
Confused she might be, careless tooOnce she left her phone in the loo!
Hands off handles
Her daredevil emerges
As eight-leggeds scampers
She cringes
Bed covered with books, bags
She rushes to college
Leaving behind ammamma’s doshas
You can whine all you like
She won’t sympathize
But her hug can cure
Grumpiness, loneliness, fear.
awww...:)
ReplyDeletePoem is pretty much factual...spot on ye are...
i remember when it was written!! The infamous add eng classes that were bearable only coz of our forced writing sessions, deep-sleep sessions and even funner vague discussion sessions.
MWA! :)