tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300788962012-02-16T19:45:00.826+05:30Translated into poems..Siddarthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13088336175026749736noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30078896.post-52979887935131869562010-09-01T00:38:00.002+05:302010-09-01T00:38:32.459+05:30The dishes are dirty<br />The spoons grimy<br /><br />The cups filled with remains of yesterday's tea<br />The bowls lined with salt from the raging sea<br /><br />The table decorated by the left over’s of last night<br />Gravy on the wall, witness to the fight<br /><br />You asked me if there was another one<br />I asked if I was missing the pun<br /><br />She said no, she found the lipstick stained shirt<br />The perfume filled hanky and the long forgotten beach's dirt<br /><br />I tried to reason with her, tell her that it was all her mind playing tricks<br />I was trying to escape her wrath, telling her she was throwing imaginary bricks<br /><br />She left me in a while<br />I was left with a dirty pile<br /><br />The dishes are dirty<br />The spoons grimy<br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30078896-5297988793513186956?l=thebuddingpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Siddarthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13088336175026749736noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30078896.post-64518570588421396182010-08-27T16:48:00.001+05:302010-08-27T17:09:24.033+05:30<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.victorianplumbing.co.uk/blog/images/digital-bathroom-weighing-scale.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="286" src="http://www.victorianplumbing.co.uk/blog/images/digital-bathroom-weighing-scale.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Before you begin it all, you stand on me<br />making a note of what I display, you make a silent plea<br /><br />Oh god, please help me convince the scale<br />help me pass in this exam coz on my own I'll fail<br /><br />You run, sweat, sacrifice your sweets<br />you start avoiding friend's treats<br /><br />You watch everything that goes into you<br />You eat only things that on trees grew<br /><br />You sweat every day and night, hoping to please me<br />I do not budge, you have not done enough for me<br /><br />You look at the chocolates and then at me, resting on the throne<br />How you wish you could force me to show some good news <br /><br />You cry in anguish and pain<br />you think it was all in vain<br /><br />A little more sweat, a little less food<br />and you would have been all good<br /><br />I will oblige when you stand on me once again<br />And I will tell you, it was worth the pain.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30078896-6451857058842139618?l=thebuddingpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Siddarthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13088336175026749736noreply@blogger.com1