I believe .... I did...

Well Plato said, "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet". Now, I don't know what Plato meant by poet, because I see a lot of people who write poems. So, I tried to write one, instead of my sarcasm ..for a change, almost. At best I can be called a rhymester and nothing more... So if you care to read the so called poem...All the best...

I believed that the most mesmerizing thing was
holding a serpent very tight
and staring into it's snake eyes
And then I saw her smile guys

I believed that the coldest thing was
a gun on the temple
that sends a shiver down your spine
And then I found her heart
that had no love for mine

I believed the easiest thing was
to sit and cry
And then I found the hope
to see her before I die

I believed I'll say, "baby it'll be all fine.
Baby you need to give it more time
loving you is no crime."
And I don't know why?
All I managed was a simple good bye


So, I finally wrote a poem. I believe I did. Didn't I? And then it was the turn of my destructive mind. And It interpreted it as follows.

I believed that the most mesmerizing thing was
holding a serpent very tight
and staring into it's snake eyes
And then I saw her smile guys
Duffer, you need to hold the gal tight and not the serpent. For God sake dude, the most mesmerizing thing is six inches below the smile. And, by the way, are you Gay? "And then I saw her smile", she was thinking to dump you in River Nile. That's what is a rhyme. You look at the smile, and by the time you think of talking to her she'll be having two kids.

I believed that the coldest thing was
a gun on the temple
that sends a shiver down your spine
And then I found her heart
that had no love for mine

Nub, dhakkan abe ladki ko bolega ki tu pakka lafanga hai, aur wih bh fatoo to kya pategi kya? (If you tell a gal that you are a scoundrel that too the one who pisses in his pants, then will she be with you?) A gun on your temple... what the heck Agar main hota to wahin goli maar deta.. Dharti ke bojh If, I would have been there I would have shot you then and there, you good for nothing. What the hell do you mean, heart has no love for mine... She is not a terrorist like you that she will love mines and rocket launcher...

I believed the easiest thing was
to sit and cry
And then I found the hope
to see her before I die

So sissy, you sit and cry, because she'll be another man's bride! And she will definitely come to see you with her great grandchildren before you die. After all her greatest broke admirer is dying!!!

I believed I'll say, "baby it'll be all fine.
Baby you need to give it more time
loving you is no crime."
And I don't know why?
All I managed was a simple good bye

Didn't I tell you to work on your English. Had you listened to me earlier this wouldn't have happened. Boy you should have bought that "rapid X" and "English Guru" long ago. See, had you known to speak English properly and correctly, this wouldn't have happened. Duffer, speaking English is a necessary and must condition for impressing a gal. Now you suck and sulk like big loser. "loving you is not a crime", try telling that to her Dad. I am sure he'll understand you.

Well, After having such a mind blowing thoughts on my poem,I think I'll stick to my prose!!!