Alen Chandy Alexander

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Studying Bachelor of Business Administration. Big Aspirant for Arts, Fun and Travel. Spoilt. Thoughtful. Son. Brother. Friend. Amateur Writer, Poet & Speaker. Foodie. you can ask me questions at www.formspring.me/

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Sunday, November 21, 2010

Poem#22 - Your Burdens My Sorrows III

so this i write
completely unto thee
thee are rather those
the dear ones close to me

i stay here, happy to serve as someone
as always with who you can confide
cause thats my purpose i see
a keen listener, the dear friend, i provide

ill be there for you
to share your pain
to double your happiness too
wanna play in the rain?

i stay here, happy to serve as someone
as always with who you can confide
cause thats my purpose i see
a keen listener, the dear friend, i provide

ive put down my time
all for you all,
to talk about and settle
stuff about your rise and fall

i stay here, happy to serve as someone
as always with who you can confide
cause thats my purpose i see
a keen listener, the dear friend, i provide

i might be left alone
i might be swept along the raging tides
but whatever it is, if youre alone
unlike the others, in darkness i shall not hide

i stay here, happy to serve as someone
as always with who you can confide
cause thats my purpose i see
a keen listener, the dear friend, i provide

Poem#21 - No-one's Great just by their Stupid Fights

where is the love
why these fights
fights that last way longer
than the 101 arabian nights

fight cause he aint family
yet fight with kith and kin
fight cause he's religiously different
fight cause his color aint the one on your skin

fight cause you aint better
or fight cause you feel pristine
rather why dont you teach him
whats his cloud's silver line

such helping hands can work
how could they bring you defect
if doubts and hates, you for no reason make
you lose your own respect

all these fights for pride
makes your shine fade away so far
have the guts to chill and make others better?
then thats how you become the shining star

Poem#20 - To Be as Perfect as you can, Never Utopian

you call me utopian?
then how is it that we've God?
dont give such clueless talk
like a kid says, only Superman can bend that rod

life is flawless as it can be
if you keep time to spare
dont sit and talk, brew negative thoughts
and create in everyone, despair

like i said, life is flawless it can be
if there is time to spare
sew those torn up spots in life
live pretty decent in your wonderful flair

pray to live life as beautiful
as the strongest of blues in the sky
like the clouds, snow white
that you may feel they might blind your eye

i dont say always go out and play in the rain
who knows if then lightning strikes on your head
but if theres something good, that would make you happy
try it, why fear to tread?

Poem#19 - Weird Love

to have everything
that makes you able to live so grand
yet behave like such is that state of life
as if 'har din life ka bajhe baand'*

to be bound by love
that makes everything else not matter
it can cause you to make the silliest thing be serious
and even crazier than the hatter

not just the love
that lovers share
but in every kind of friendship and relation
and never just that pair

the love that may
even never be seen
but right when the concern kicks in
you wonder, he/she cares? from when did he/she?

thats how weird
love can function
leaves you to decide when so perplexed
for questions that come across in life's junction

love changes it all
how people see
when even the rich feel so poor
while the opposite feels like a King or Queen

Note : *(made it sound politely enough for 'a kick in the ass')

Poem#18 - The Side-kick's Key to Happiness

the answers are no
like theyve always been
no chance for me i guess
or has there been something i havent seen

always ive missed
even without knowing what it was
wondering why life wasnt right yet
be it the fun i need even if it had some flaws

this is what
ive always wanted to do
music and art
and also some business too

not that business
that keeps me confined
rather running and satisfying
and really hard to find

but it sure is hard
very hard to find
what is this thing
that suits my mind

i need the action's fun
when i get the punch
that when i return it back
and gift the villain's back with a hunch

where will i get this key
when can i attempt
to lock my door to happiness
the one ive always dreamt

Poem#17 - Colorful Rain

the drumroll comes in
i wonder why
whose grand entrance is it?
wait, is it from the sky?

suddenly everything sounds the same
the audience just roars
its the rain!
wow, its already stolen the show

the vast sky is painted
with gray and white
the air is filled and thrilled
and packed so tight

the trees, the plants, the grass
they all gracefully sway
the breeze accompanied the rain
completing a musical in this natural broadway

different shades of green
is mostly all that i can see
the red mud washed away by the rain
in amongst it are my feet

the ducks cry in glee
its like their prayer is finally answered
their joy can be sensed in their dance
even though they certainly aren't good dance

Poem#16 - Dad, the Man!

why cut the credits?
where is your Dad!?
the hero to your movie!
the one with the moves! the Man!

the one who stands silently
who keeps you on the move when you halt
the distinct one, yet stealthy
the taste-giver, the salt

why forget to mention him
when the audience has to clap
he's the kind of producer
who never collect's his hit movie's cash

he's always paying in
giving what his movie needs
even if he has to stay hungry
his movie, his child, he'll feed

when the movie becomes a hit
the director stands high
why forget the guy who actually let this happen
the guy who's pretty much always sidelined