a beginner's scribbling

i came across some delightful little (for me...for you, annoying/obnoxious/indifferent) scribblings of mine, from my school/college years..

tidbits of hand-written paper hidden in more tidbits of paper... zero treasure

some of the school ones could get me incriminated.. so i'll chuck those for now..

the following is something i scribbled for my college magazine (yes.. actually published) when i was in my first year of college.. (roughly around 65 million years ago, when the Tyrannosaurus were still a nightmare to the cats around)

it is one of my favorites, for 2 reasons.. 1. it pretty much summed up my ability to scribble and annoy you....

so here goes nothing as usual...

don't mistake me as a poet,

and i know not how to write;

with pen & paper in my hand,

i just scribble for delight.

i've heard of many poets,

experts at writing verse;

like them, some do good humor,

like me, some get simply worse.

therefore before writing the poem,

nothing natural comes to my sight;

and by writing this poem,

i just give my mind a flight.

i want to write something inspiring,

i want to write something cheerful,

but the thought of exploring ideas,

has made my heart so tearful.

i want to write something funny,

but i know not how to start;

thinking about a beginning itself,

has torn my tiny brains apart.

now i really think of writing

something very elegant; but

there are so many poets around,

that all my ideas become moot.

thought i'll end the quarrel,

as i fail at the initial hurdle;

and i realize taking on a bull-dog;

certainly not the work of a poodle.

well, i am very very sorry, as of now;

because of my plight, i cannot write;

my hollow head with a lack of thought;

by jove! it just cannot become light.