The Dark Knight Saga

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You meet a random person and start talking. What happens next?

Stalking random people on FB the other day,
Did I meet this Inglorious Basterd that one day!

He seemed to be normal, a perfect Pulp Fiction,
Till he told me that he was Batman who had an addiction.

He is the God Father who dreams of the Punjab,
The land where he wants to till and then ultimately, Kill Bill!

He has a thing for Italy he tells me,
He also has a thing for jazz, I tell you.

Does he love Catwoman? I dunno!
But his love for Reservoir Dogs, I sure do know!

He tells me that he is a figment - A figment of my imagination.
And that he doesn't really exist - except in the distant conversations!

At times, his nonsense comforts the distressed me.
At the other times, his sense confuses the schizophrenic me! 

He lives his life by a logic and a reason.
He believes in karma and that karma, is an effing bitch!

His deity is the dainty Sulgobari amma,
Who called out to him to save this dying world on a Jumma.

He is the wiseman, at least he says so.
For me, he is the nutty friend I know!

That day I think I nearly killed him,
When innocently I beseeched him,

So, the Batman is the Dark Knight, eh?
He banged his head on the wall in total dismay!

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers 

by BlogAdda.

This post is also a dedication to the Batman, a friend I met recently.

Punctured Belly

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A fat lady entered the bus,
And made a big fuss.
About how everyone was in a rush.

She had this huge belly,
As big as an LCD telly.
Which she tugged along like a jelly.

As the bus pulled up at a stop,
The lady huffed and puffed and jumped and raved.
And stomped her mighty feet onto the floor.

A tiny little girl entered soon,
With a pointed parapluie blue.
And stood near that lady close.

As the bus tramped through the narrow streets,
The fat lady lost her breeze.
And dashed against the little girl in her heels.

The little girl was mighty pissed off,
And told her, 'Hey lady! You better get off me!'
'Eh? Why? What you gonna do? You little monkey?', said she.

'You called me a monkey, did you?'
Saying this she poked the lady with her parapluie blue.
The fat lady fell flat on the floor with a snarl.

She got up to find her telly tummy gone.
That's when she realised,
The parapluie blue had punctured her belly through.

Embarrassed she got off the bus.
Lighter without her huge belly,
Which she tugged around like a jelly!

This poem is just a weird and a silly one. As weird and silly as the author herself! Nevertheless, I hope you like it. Also, a message to the dames grandes, please don't be messing with the dames petites! Who knows, they could just end up puncturing your belly! :P

P.S. This is supposed to be a funny poem. Take it that way! And yes - please don't bully anyone. Irrespective of if they are fat or thin, tall or short, fair or dark. Or whatever! Remember, cowards bully.

P.P.S. The best weight loss program, aint it?

The Proposal

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He wakes me up each day,
Singing songs so cheerfully gay.

He had me at his good morning dance,
Where he shook his booty à la Solange.

The dimwit struck a chord in my heart,
I knew it was love's first chance.

He was starstruck too,
His puppy face said it out too loud.

He got on his knees and took out a ring,
And popped me the question 'Would you be my Mrs. Bucky?'

I knew he was nervous,
'Coz I heard him break wind out loud.

I shied away for while,
I had to get a whiff of fresh air to survive.

I told him, I'll say yes on one condition -
You'll let me eat all the nuts you hide up your house?

'No problemo!' said my Romeo with excitement,
He grabbed his Juliet's hand and kissed her tight.

They didn't wait for the priest to pronounce them Man & Wife,
She packed her stuff and followed her Mr Bucktooth to his tree house.

There they lived happily ever after,
Fighting over the fruits and the nuts!

(My crazy and obviously imaginative conversation with Bucky the squirrel that lives on the tree outside my window)

This post was a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative 
for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda and it got selected among the topmost entries for WOW.
Here is the link: WOW winners for 'Creative Writing'

PETA: Please don't sue me for harboring strange desires of marrying a squirrel! 
Sue BlogAdda if you have to! They asked me to be creative!

Tall Claims Maimed!

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If I had the power to change something,
I would change my height, with all my might!

I went to a baba Bengali and even a Gujarati,
But they couldn't get me any taller at all!

I popped many pills and did funny drills,
But nothing worked an inch for me at all!

Hermoine's polyjuice potions gave me bad motions,
But they cured my ails none at all!

Dumbledore waved his wand, and made me stand on a stand, 
But that didn't last for too long!

Hagrid drove me nuts, and chased me around his hut,
But that didn't grow my stubborn bones one inch!

All I wish for is a five feet nine,
Then I swear I won't whine by the river Nile!

I tried and cried, all day and night,
But it was all for nothing at all!

Abra-ca-dabra worked for me hardly,
I am still stuck at four feet four sadly!

I guess Voldemort's cursed me with an irrevocable curse,
And so my fate is doomed and damned for years!

Alas! One last time! If I had the power to change something,
I would change my height with all my might!

This post was a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers 
by BlogAdda and it got selected among the topmost entries for WOW.
Here is the link: WOW winners for 'If I had the power to change'

(This poem is also a dedication to all the short people in the world, 
especially women, like ME!)

P.S. I am not 4'4! I am a little over that! :)

Empty Clouds

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Walking I was on an empty street,
That is when our eyes did meet.

He walked towards me with open arms,
I glanced at him with my eyes charmed.

He seemed like he was lost in miles,
I hoped it was my beautiful deep brown eyes.

As we walked closer towards each other,
My heart pounded a little harder.

He smiled with his eyes and lips,
I blushed away and smiled with a lisp.

With his eyes still locked in mine,
I wished he'd walk to me and say 'Be Mine!'.

Closer we got to each other,
I lost my senses and my lumber.

He took my breath away with a look,
I was hooked to him like a worm to a book.

Just when I thought we were about to embrace,
He walked past me with barely any grace.

That's when it hit me hard on the head,
Mr. Squint was actually looking at his missus in red.

And the moment I witnessed Mr. and Mrs. Squint hug, 
I sure felt my fantasy was some kinda bug!

And that is when it came crashing down,
That tall castle I had hastily built upon Empty Clouds.

Err, we girls build too many tall storey stories in the air, no? :) :P ;) =)