Instant Poetry
This is an excerpt from an interesting chat I had with ‘chhuchi’. After receiving threats of missing out on a chocolate that she was supposedly gonna share with me, for baseless charges of making fun of her looks, I had to come up with this in some 2-3 mins…
When you were walking towards the canteen,
In that flowing orange dress,
I look inside, where my heart should’ve been,
Couldn’t find a trace.The flowers were shy,
Couldn’t compete with your eyes,
Your smile like a gentle breeze.When you get chocolate,
From P. dai,
Can I have a bite too, please
… and guess what! I got the chocolate.
Didn’t know you could do it that instantly, that also for Chocolates!!!
Born Poet. hhmmm….
Mr. Instant poet,
Who is is the lady?
What’s the story about the canteen…dress… breeze…?
Chocolate!
& how does P Dai come in the scene?
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{pahila pahila bujhinthyo, aajkal ali bujhna garo bhako chha}
What do we call the instant poets, आँशुकवि?? Maybe we have one more आँशुकवि in Nepal.
And gee, I see you turning into a serious lover-boy.
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Its all the effects of love…once you fall in it poem generates itself in ur hearts, in ur thoughts and in ur words….and you wish to alias urself as BairagiKainla
hehee.
Never mind..the ad lib poem was good and the Chocolate must have tasted much tastier than one u have ever had.
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