Showing posts with label Poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poems. Show all posts

Monday, March 12, 2012

An Affair with Love



Love is blind,
Love is deaf,
Love is actually all senses de-clined;

It makes you numb,
It makes you pricky,
Love… in fact makes you look quite dumb!

Love is a hero,
Love is a coward,
Love is actually a Cardiac Jell-O;

It makes you laugh,
It makes you cry,
Love… in fact makes you a half n half!

Love is a game,
Love is a feel,
Love is actually an ECG never the same;

It makes you to trust,
It makes you to betray,
Love… in fact makes your mind rust!

Love is a hallucination,
Love is a reality,
Love is actually a late realization;

It makes you strong,
It makes you weak,
But in the end… makes you LIVE long!

                                                                                                             -Divya  Boddu

Monday, January 9, 2012

An Ode To My F.R.I.E.N.D.....



My friend… a dynamic person nd a filthy rich,
I call her something that rhymes with WITCH…
Sometimes treating me like kid with bloomers,
And sometimes… herself making hilarious bloopers…
With little bit of awesomeness nd little bit of drab,
She amuses me and makes me run like a crab…

Adventure loving and a nature freak,
She will do anything for a steak…
Sometimes innocent, sometimes full of attitude,
Now you know her Ritcher’s magnitude…
Loves to catch up with strangers and distance friends,
That’s how crazy she usually trends…

Like a dog that chases its own tail,
She chases her own holy grail…
 Until she’s dizzied nd drops on the floor,
With her paws pointing at the heavy door….
Oops…! But not to worry, not to cry,
She is not out, but just a little dry…

 My Friend…her other name is Life, nd She shall rise again,
With little bit of sunshine & little bit of rain…
Sometimes dazzling me with a colourful rainbow,
And sometimes numbing me with white snow…
With little bit of morality & little bit of sin,
She shall stun me yet She shall make me grow within…
                                                            
                                                                                        -Divya Boddu

Saturday, June 25, 2011

The Institution of Prostitution or the Shoe story????


Every day I would stand in the most seductive way I could be…
And every day many would come near and glance at me.
Some sure did admire my curves, my looks and took me up…
And some hunks would caress me and some would feel me up!
They would test my firmness beneath and bend me over…
And very analytically compare my flexibility to another.

On one bright shiny day I saw this gorgeous hunk at the door…
And one look at his charismatic smile; I was over the moor.
Alas! He followed the same routine, felt me nice and tossed me…
But just before leaving, he stopped at the door and glanced back at me!
He went over to the lady who was in charge around here…
And he paid in some money to the lady to take me elsewhere.

As he held me in his hands, I realized… This is not the end…
Slowly I started smiling and said goodbye to all my friends
He rode on me every morning evening and every day since…
Until one day he felt I was all torn n so he began to wince!
He showcased me to his servant who looked at me with gleam
Surprised and broken to the core, all I wanted to do is scream.

The servant took me to his home, which by the way was very shoddy
I was so depressed and felt humiliated that I talked to nobody.
When it dawned next, the servant took me to a cheap clinic at the fair
The doctor there glued n stitched me up tight so that I make a good pair!
Every day since, to my surprize again…the servant took a very good care
And made sure nobody… I mean nobody would came near me n dare

Years have passed by and my memory of the hunk now faded
I realize that the servant loves me so much even though m not jaded
The hunk now old was in shock to see me still young and with a glow
Filled with jealousy and curiosity he asked the servant “how”???
The servant replied…. “I tend to take care of everybody no matter who...”
The hunk retorted “C’mon it’s just an old shoe, next week I’ll get you a new Shoe”!

                                                                                                      Divya Boddu

This a twin story of a shoe and a prostitute. Now tell me... Who is to blame???? what should we do to stop such stories to become a reality and stop the shamelessness of millions around the world !!