Bastards



This is a poem (or fun with words with some rhyming) dedicated to my friends. The title is "Bastards" because even after knowing that I can't live without them, the jerk heads are leaving in a month time.

I feel no shame to admit that this poem of mine is inspired by Phoebe's song in Friends,

"Monika Monika have a happy Honika..."

Have a look...



The more you say, the lesser it is, about this walking-talking English book,

Sweet innocence of yours is your strength, Mitesh my friend, The Rook…


A touch of his, a thought of his, can solve any problem which lingers,

Keep your bizarre laugh intact, Akhilesh my friend with golden fingers…


Seconds it takes, the artistic mind of yours, to make everything luminous,

Never ever lose the gift of creativity, Anshul my friend, The Evil Genius…


Be it football, mind-boggling puzzles or be the world of words, his glory never fades,

Have a happy life ahead, Amal my friend, The Master of All Trades…


He manages it all; rarely does he fall, with his cool and composed mind,

Happy combing with your weird hair, Anshul my friend, mastermind one of a kind…


Dassi we call, the real savior of all, mind as sharp as a dart,

You prosper always, is all I wish, Vaibhav my friend with the golden heart…


He holds his own, chooses his path and does it what he believe,

You stay the way you are, is all I want, Ashish my friend, our group’s reeve…


He does it all precise, fast or slow; leaving his friends is not on his list,

My buddy, my roomy, my companion; Atif, my friend, you the man, the perfectionist….

Music is his love, Guitar his passion and his real strength is his quality of compassion,

You live your life like a beautiful song I pray, Mayuresh, my friend, the musician…


Behind the medals, the pointers; there is a passionate but emotional guy as you open the lid,

If you down your energy, I promise I’ll kill you, Sitanshu, my friend our whiz kid….


He is kind, he is funny, he is dark and handsome, and fewer are there who are taller,

But top of it, the purest heart in this world, Vikas, my friend makes you the most eligible bachelor….


P.S.: Dogs, bas public mein tareef ki h zyada khush mat hona, tum kisi kaam ke nhi ho...:P

10 Response to "Bastards"

  1. mitesh says:
    April 20, 2011 at 2:24 AM

    NIMMO!! ILU :(
    Don't make me senti...

    And nice pieces of poetry. Summing it up in 2 lines isn't easy... U did it.
    But something ere the end, some work of noble note may yet be done...

  2. Akhilesh Singh says:
    April 20, 2011 at 2:53 AM

    Very nicely written :)

    i never knew our very own 'English Mastiff ( :P )' can write such things about us :D

    Thanx for everything buddy! you are a real gem :)
    Never change yourself!

    P.S: The last line can be taken in terms of your physique ;) :D

  3. Stuti says:
    April 20, 2011 at 3:42 AM

    hope ur "bastards" aren't crying after reading this...beautiful !!!

  4. amal says:
    April 20, 2011 at 4:00 AM

    thanks buddy.. touching.. :)

  5. Vikas Agarwal says:
    April 20, 2011 at 4:26 AM

    oh..ho ..hoo ..hooo..kya kehne..kya kehne sir ji...bahut khoob likhe hai janaab....

    Someone has very rightly said that..ki "Sab jagah hai kuaan agar aakhiri main hai kuaan"(for less handsome people :---All's Well That Ends Well )

    The last two lines have put 5 stars..no ..no. 10 stars in the poem..thats what I think and when I think ,everyone thinks the same
    (mind it !!!)



    Aur haan kisi ne sahi he kaha hai ki bade bade kavion se bhi galtiyaan ho jati hain...like here..in this poem...kavi "BRIGHT" likhna chahta tha...par pata nahi kya soch ke "DARK" likh baitha.Its ok..Its ok..It happens..It happens..never mind such little mistakes and never ever :angry with this..BUT..-(: Aise galtiyaan kisi ki bhi life ke liye haanikarak ho sakti hain)..But I think that ki kavi bahut he samajhdaar hai aur wo jaldi he iska corrected version nikalega..apology ke sath..taaki baad waale readers confuse na hon

    Some hidden facts are also need to be revealed...like..the P.S. section is not for the last person described in the poem...thats what i again think..




    haan aur ek baat..baaki sab ke baare main bhi thik he likha hai...u know so so...


    bas ab ek aakhiri baat...aakhiri ki do lines ke liye agar poet "Munda" na hoke "kudi" hota toh kasam se uski chummi le leta...par koi nai..ek jhappi toh baanti hai..:D

    And Finally
    The Tip of the Genius :Aise he lambe logon ke baare main keval accha accha likhte raho...bahut lambe jaoge..

    keep it up ...

  6. Nimit Jaiswal says:
    April 20, 2011 at 4:36 AM

    @Mitesh...love u 2 buddy
    @Akhilesh... thanx our kestrel...
    @Stuti and Amal... thanx...
    @Vikas.... tere rang se humari dosti kam nhi hogi dost... post bilkul sahi h...:)

  7. Verma Ji ki Ladki says:
    April 20, 2011 at 4:39 AM

    rytly said..... "dost hote hi kameene h" :D :D
    nicely written sir!!! :) :)

  8. Mayuresh says:
    April 20, 2011 at 5:07 AM

    just love it..!!!!
    :):D

  9. Unknown says:
    April 20, 2011 at 12:13 PM

    chal pagle.. ab rulayega kya?

  10. Unknown says:
    April 22, 2011 at 8:07 PM

    Finally, after almost four years of hiding the truth beneath a facade of abuses, you couldn't hold it any more. It's nice to see the truth finally coming out :P
    Thank you for the words long due :)