As you like it

Now everybody is busy studying for sems!! But i am not! So there comes the question "What did you do then???"

Well the answer is simple.. Phone line dead for almost 10 days.. so no blogging!!!

My next post will be posted soon...This post is for those who are thinking that i am studying studying and studying all the time!!!

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EDITED ON 20/05/07
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I always wonder How did that happen?? When i was 12... It hurt me a lot... How could they do this to me??? A 12 year old boy!!
It was an intra school inter class competition!! It all started well... But the lugubriousness just started when i was compelled to write a poem for that competition (being the only hopeful guy in da class)... I wrote a poem comparing a tree and my school(:P :P :P)... i dont remember anything of that poem now but one thing that i still do is that "I GOT THE FIRST PRIZE FOR IT!!!".. (there were only five participants from five sections).. I thought of posting this today because even such draggy events are making me nostalgic!! Especially after this EVS exam (on sunday!)...
The happy days when i am always filled with mirth.. The day when school re-opens after half-yearly exams.. I always make a mistake on that particular day.. the date! It was annoying that day (before i change the change the date my maths sir would have completed 10 sums at 20 spm!) but it's nostalgic today!!
So the following poem is to bring all my memories back! A poem with a gr8 moral!!!
here it goes!

'end of days'
bad deed pays,
in the river he lays,
"I am going to die"he says.

swim or sink
do or die
It's not a lie
for "i am going to die"

Dont lose hope,
'hope is God'- but
comprehending him is hard.

dont lose strength,
strength is power,
let it shower.

A pigeon passed by,
He saw me die.
He dropped a leaf,
bringing me relief.

I got back my hope,
I got back my strength,
I got back my LIFE,
I got a good friend.
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...
...
He loaded the arrow,
not at the sparrow.
The arrow is pointed at my friend,
But he is oblivious 'bout his end.

Help or hightail,
do or die,
it should be a lie
for "HE is going to die".

Near him he went,
with bowstring bent,
"KILL" said hsi brain,
He was ready to aim,
There was a prick in his vein,
cring in pain,
The arrow zoomed in vain,
"My friend's life is not his to claim"

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...
EPILOGUE(:P):
Later
The pigeon found him in a plant,
"i will get you a pant"
said he.
He replied,
"I cant wear a pant
for i am an ant!!!"


I hope yo read it... It should have brought back your old memories!!

hope you liked it..

You may wonder y the title is as you like it??

comments section: Name this poem "as you liked it"...

ciya

What i've done!

What i've done!! another poem... OMG!!
WHAT I'VE DONE
In this farewell
There’s no blood
There’s no Alibi
‘Cause I’ve Drawn Regret
For the Truth
Of a Thousand Lies

So let Mercy Come
And Wash Away
What I’ve Done

I’ve Faced myself
To Cross out what I’ve Become
Erase Myself
And let Go of What I’ve done

Put to rest
What you Thought of Me
Well I Cleaned this Slate
With the Hands of Uncertainty

So let Mercy Come
And Wash Away
What I’ve Done

I’ve Faced myself
To Cross out what I’ve Become
Erase Myself
And let Go of What I’ve done

For What I’ve Done
I’ll start again
And whatever pain may come
Today this ends
I’m Forgiving What I’ve Done!!!

I’ve Faced myself
To Cross out what I’ve Become
Erase Myself
And let Go of What I’ve done

What I’ve Done
Forgiving What I’ve Done


good.. you found it.. it's not my horrible poem.. It's linkin park's new single... What a cool song and wat a good video!!!

I ought to write.

(read this first)
OMG! what happened... no posts for a while.. I cant quit writing.. I OUGHT TO WRITE!!! I need to write just like this ailing soul 500 miles away,whose voice alone is audible saying "I OUGHT TO WRITE"...

"I OUGHT TO WRITE"

I ought to write,
I need to write tonight,
this island is in a plight,
bombs descending from height,
from the feat of wright,
my 'rose' has developed blight.

I ought to write,
regardless of rhyme,
nobody to claim,
It's god we blame.

I ought to write,
ain't attentive about alliteration,
slew of souls in suffocation,
I ought to make a decleration.

I have to tell the world,
how people's mind is whirled,
how devil has eclipsed lord,
how my life blurred.

So,
I ought to write
I ought to write tonight
because
I wont be here 'morrow night
tomorrow,
"I shall see light".

Today's HALO update...