Shut Up!!!

All the boys are sure to have extreme pleasure in reading this and the next poem as both of them are full of attitude, attitude that most of the boys pretend to have, but lack in reality! So, I would request all of you (including girls) to enjoy these (this one and the one just below) poems the way they are meant to be enjoyed!!

How dare you tell me?

Those two bloody words

"Shut Up" is the only phrase, 

to my heart that hurts

I felt like slapping you,

But I didn't cuz you were a girl

Atleast, I can speak out today

To me, those are the two most irritating words.

I hate hearing "Shut Up"

Cuz to me it's like a curse

I'm warning you this time

But I promise, the next time it shall get worse.

Even the dearest ones of mine

Don't dare to use that term to me

And you used, But you don't realize,

My vengeance could have wreaked upon thee.

Enough is enough, Now I don't care

No explanation required, neither should you dare

My patience goes off, and so do I

I step over you today, in order to reach my skies!

-Purnesh Tripathi

Hell is when you come for me… Come for me and I’ll be gone…

I feel disgusted

like I’m busted

You tell me, “Don’t talk”

I felt, led down on my walk

I was on a winning streak

You tell me, it was bleak.

 

I approached you

Cuz’ I wanted to know

The reason of your envy

But you misunderstood it as my plea

You were acting so rude,

But I was intended to intrude.

 

I went to you again,

But now, I began to feel strain

I felt deep in my heart

The rudeness had now began to hurt

It was untill you told me to “Shut Up!”

And I was left angry, hurt and dumbstruck!

 

-Purnesh Tripathi

Together we stand, Departed we fall…

 

Preface: This poem is dedicated to Abhinav Singh, he knows why. For all other readers, just read and enjoy… Yeah, don’t forget to comment…

We were like brothers, with the world under our feet
Still every now and then we had a leet
And, yes I always had so much to say
It was good on your part to stay
You weren’t going to give me Nobel Prize if you improved
I wasn’t getting any profit if you grooved
You want to remain the way you are
because you believe you are the best
But this is to tell you that
It just happened, what I had lest.
Now you are on your own
And this world finds it easiest 2 make fun of ya
I was an unspoken guardian to you
To you, it is the beginning of the fiesta.
Now you shall see who is yours and who is apart
’Cuz most of them seek you for purpose
I asked you a favor & you declined repeatedly
Did you envy me, as I rose?
If you had just discussed the problem with me once
I would have tried my best to sort it out
but you always wanted to be superior
still, knowledge isn’t a thing to shout out loud.
It will show up if you’ve got
You’ll have to work hard if you do not.
I had always wished the best for you
And that is what I’ll do now
And that is what I do now, forever and always
Upon you my blessings and love I bestow.

 

-Purnesh Tripathi

Whom do you think you are?

 

If you think I can’t do it without you,

Hell forget it, as I am GOD

If you think I’ll beg you for something

Then you don’t yet have a slightest idea of my thoughts.

 

If you really believe I can’t do it without you

Then you’ve underestimated me by a lot.

If you don’t know me then let me remind

I’m the 1 whose every hit is a bull’s eye shot.

 

What do you think, are you trying 2 prove

Acting so smart, distinguished, apart?

I’ll prove myself, one day, to you

I’ll soon be scoring every score in each dart.

 

You act so rude and

Expect truthfulness in return

This is the right time,

You must start to learn.

 

It’s not always about you

Sometimes, you have to think about friends

Speaking about me, I can sacrifice my life

For friends, I can go against the trends.

 

-Purnesh Tripathi

Dare to Demand, Dare to Ask, Dare to Snatch! Dare!!!

Rhyme Scheme: abcb

Preface: This poem is the result of my observation throughout my life about how you can achieve success. The methodology of achievement in which, I believe. Read on and tell me how do you feel. Please comment whatever you feel like in the comments section at the top of the post(on the side of the title bar).

When I was a kid

My father and I used to go to the market

I urged for ultra-expensive toys

He used to buy, and my heart was kept.

The next time, we went to the market

I asked him to buy the newer model

He taught me the lesson to be satisfied in what you have

But I didn’t learn the lesson very well.

I always wanted to get more

And was never satisfied in what I had

Some called me greedy

Others referred to, as a spoilt lad.

But my desires couldn’t stop

They survived on my quench

I always wanted to get more, be more

and my quench was gradually turning to stench.

It wasn’t until I bought myself a PC

that my thirst gave itself a motive

I wanted to know all I could, about computers

And that became my reason to live.

My parents and friends believe I know enough for my age

But I believe in learning even more

To me, I am a sailor, Computer Science is a sea

And I haven’t yet even seen the shore.

My passion, desire and the, so called, thirst

Have taken me this far in the journey

The day I’ll think, it’s enough

That would be the day, to stop my spree.

I’ll make sure that the day never comes

For when it’ll come, the learning process shall end

To keep learning, I must protect the desire

It’s again, the same greed, that I’ve got to defend.

So, people you see that the day shouldn’t come

The day when you are satisfied by what you’ve made up to

Because when satisfaction arrives, progress departs

Rest of the decision, I leave it up to you.

From the very beginning we’ve been taught

to remain happy with what we have

But I ask you to demand more

Shout out loud, that you just broke through the nap.

I ask you to observe your needs

Not to get adapted to what you possess

Then according to the needs, struggle for achievement

And till the achievement is made, take no rest.

I ask you to snatch away happiness

Rather than excusing, “Whatever happens, happens for good”

What you want, should be what you get

After all, we don’t live life for just shelter, clothes and food.

No one cares for you, but you

So better not just drag away with it

“God has given us enough”

stop enchanting that shit.

Your heart knows that you’re declining

Your heart knows that you’re in trouble

If you yourself, do not act now

The trouble is going to get double.

Why do you believe in non-materialistic things?

They are not as real as you are…

If you can’t turn the things your way

How can you expect that to be done by some ‘broken’ star?

It’s us, and the power lies within

Just the way of observing, is all that matters

Please, you must act now, Because

I feel very bad on seeing dreams shattered.

 

PS: This is the fastest poem ever composed by me… It took me less than 6:49 minutes… (I can say so, because I started “Forever and Always” by “Bullet for my Valentine” before starting the composition and finished composing before the song ended)

-Purnesh Tripathi

 

My Childhood Days – The truth of my life (Part 2)

 

Rhyme Scheme: abcb for all stanzas

Preface: This poem is a sequel of the poem “My Childhood Days – The truth of my life (Part 1)” as it is well explained by the name. This poem shows the happy side of my childhood. My walk to life, through the life of misery. I’d already lost a lot in my life in the previous poem but now was the time to make up for it. Dedicated to Sriram, Shivam Sangar, Bharat Singh Bhandari, Gaurav (GP), Pratham, Pooja, Himani, Arshiya, Arpit, Mayank (MPD) and all others…

 

My life was empty

When Sriram became my kith

A genius embraced by all

Now, I got confidence to face the world with eith.

 

It was the first day of class IX

When I offered him to sit with me

Most of those who envied me were jealous

But I was happy and glee.

 

That was how began

an unbreakable bond of our friendship

We shared almost all of our joys and sorrows thereafter

Such strong was the bond’s grip.

 

I came across many other friends

As I moved up the success’ way

But now, as I had been backstabbed once

I knew the difference between night and day.

 

I went through all, and analyzed them

And chose the ones with a golden heart

As I didn’t want to risk my trust again

And give them a chance to tear me apart.

 

I had scanned a hell lot of friends

By class XI I had a very nice gang

Ram went to Hyderabad for better studies

Still, CS was the subject in which I banged.

 

In the end of class XI

It was Shyamji who introduced to Shivam

He was a good scholar

And besides studies, I never paid him much attention.

 

Till, in class XII, when Sameer asked me a question

“Who are the friends that you are proud of, Purnesh?”

I named a few, and from our school, only Ram

Shivam was also sitting with us. Seemingly, a little embarrassed.

 

A couldn’t understand the reason for his embarrassment

Until one day he, himself mentioned it

He said to me with a very flat expression

“You hate me, isn’t it?”.

 

I asked him “What makes you say so?”

He replied “That day when you were mentioning

you friends’ names, you didn’t mention mine!”

I felt guilt, like was dying.

 

I felt ashamed for not recognizing a true friend

I started observing him thereafter

And found out that he was most innocent heart around.

I thought about my foolishness, and I burst into laughter.

 

I went to him, and apologized

And since then I got another gem

If, I am a flourished tree today

My friends are the roots, I am just the stem…

 

Without the roots, trees can’t stand

In the same manner I need my friends

The ones who are true to me

And for me, who can move against the trends.

-Purnesh Tripathi

Mother

 

Rhyme Scheme: abcb

Preface: A tribute to all our mothers on Mothers’ day… Actually I wrote it on a big card and gave it to my mother on Mothers Day of 2009.

 

Mother is the most precious

gift of God,

She is the best among

all of our thoughts,

 

Motherhood is the best among

all of our relations,

She is the best among,

All of god’s creations.

 

She cares just like,

A pearl in the shellflower,

She provides us with,

Her affections’ shower.

 

We all love our mothers a lot,

As she does everything for me.

There is no explanation to her

such wonderful is she.

 

-Purnesh Tripathi

My Childhood Days – The truth of my life (Part 1)

 

Rhyme Scheme: aabb for the first stanza and abcb from the second stanza onwards.

Preface: The poem has been adapted from real incidents that have happened to me and nothing is fictitious about this poem. This poem describes the way in which I fell and then rose up again, with the help of courage and self-confidence. The poem describes my life in Class 7th and 8th. I believe that nothing in this world is impossible provided that you have a strong urge to get that thing. The power lies within us, not in the Gods…

Today when I have come across.

I look back into childhood days I have passed.

The ones in which I was so merry.

And spent whole days watching Tom and Jerry.

 

Every time Dad, did scold me

Even on a bit of it, I started weeping.

Mom became so emotional on my tears

Hearing the sobbing sound, she came running.

 

The day when I went outta home,

I did realize, what my parents meant.

I had to manage my life and my expenses,

And I was, even not able to pay my room’s rent.

 

I fell homesick and decided to leave the hostel

My parents also wanted to see me home

In the hostel I had a hell lot of friends

Back at home, I was alone, I was alone.

 

I felt the true need of friends

Friends were the essence of my life.

But when I was departed from ‘em

I felt like, I was butchered with a knife.

 

In that blind rush towards friends

I chose the wrong company,

The (so called) friends were shitheads

They provoked me to bring money

 

I being used to, to true people

Learnt, whatever they made me to,

I made a theft in my own house

Took the money out to the loop.

 

I couldn’t recognize their wild intentions

And thought them to be my well-wishers,

They used me, looted the money

And turned out to be damn fuckers.

 

After making me bankrupt,

They left me alone into the darkness

To suffer the after-crime misery

My trust was broken, this I must confess.

 

I suffered the misery, with a broken heart

Trying to stand up, back in the bleak world

The whole world acting as my opponent

I stood horrified, and the world around me shirled.

 

But somehow I gathered the courage

The courage to get up again

To plant a slap on the face of the traitors

To stay alive, and suffer the pain.

 

I rose and rose till I reached the sky

I strived against the rushing winds

I turned up as the sun

And I felt like being winged.

 

I gained back the reputation

That was long lost

It took me two years

monsoons, summers, springs and frosts.

 

Time passed by like waves

Making me believe that I can stand alone

People started loving me again

The bastards were hated, as I shone.

 

-Purnesh Tripathi

Have you thought? (Socha Hai?)

 

Rhyme Scheme: In accordance with the song.

Preface: This poem is basically the English translation of a song titled “Socha Hai” from the movie “Rock On” which is a famous Bollywood movie. The lyrics were so beautiful that I was compelled to write an English version for them by one of my friends named Shivam Sangar Class-XI ‘B’. So this poem is being dedicated to him on Oct. 23,2008

 

Tell me why the sky is blue

Why the water is like glue

Why is the earth sphere

 

Tell me why the silk is soft

Why the fire is so hot

Why not 2,2 sum 5 here

 

Why there is deforestation

Why only we have three season

Why not two moons there

 

Why does there prevail war

Why blood is spread so far

Why are the lines crossed over

 

Have you thought-Ever All these things

Have you thought-Why do they happen in jinx

Have you thought-If you had not then think it over!!

-Purnesh Tripathi

Special thanks to Master Shivam Sangar!

The Necklace

 

Rhyme Scheme: abcb

Preface: ”The Necklace” is a story by “Henry Reni Albert Guy De Maupassant” from the book of English Literature for Class IX in CBSE board and is converted into poem by me.(purnesh.xyz@gmail.com)

 

She was very pretty,

but was born in a poor family of France.

Still she dreamt of luxury.

Oh! she was poor Mathilde.

 

Just due to lack of dowry,

She was married to a clerk.

All her dreams were broken,

She got a sudden jerk.

 

One day her husband brought,

An invitation of a great ball.

But she refused to dance,

In that large hall.

 

She was not happy,

As her husband expected.

Later, she was weeping,

her husband detected.

 

He asked – What’s the matter?

She said, ‘I have no gown.

Her husband lost in deep thoughts,

Sadly sat down.

 

He thought that the money,

He saved for his gun.

He would give to Mathilde,

For her joy and fun.

 

But after buying that gown,

Which she would be wearing at the great ball.

She had no money to buy ornaments,

So, she came back from the shopping mall.

 

When her husband heard the problem,

He told her to borrow it,

From Madame Forestier,

Who would without refusal give it.

 

She went to Madame Forestier,

To borrow some fine piece of Jewelleries.

Suddenly she saw a diamond necklace,

And said – I don’t want all these.

 

Give me only the diamond necklace,

My soul will be satisfied- she said.

If I will get it lost,

I will only get you paid.

 

The night of the great ball came,

She had a great success there.

She was even appreciated by the minister,

In that great dancing fair.

 

Although she had a great success,

Her success had a very short life.

As, after return, Mr. Loisel discovered.

Necklace was not there in the neck of her wife.

 

He again went over the whole path,

In search of the beautiful diamond necklace.

But when he couldn’t find it,

He returned home with a pale face.

 

After a lot of search,

They decide to pay it back.

And then only they got an idea,

Of buying another one exactly like that.

 

They searched from shop to shop,

And at last they found the diamond necklace.

They glared at the costly necklace,

And a smile came on their face.

 

They asked for the price,

Fifty thousand franc ’twas.

From where should they take loans,

They were in great chaos.

 

Some from here, some from there.

For loan they went to and fro.

The interest rates were already high,

And there was much more to grow.

 

For the next ten years they had,

Only tears in eyes to flow.

But after a lot of hard work,

They had paid each and every sou.

 

One day Madame Forestier met Mrs. Loisel.

Madame Forestier was in a haste.

But after listening her story, she laughed

And said – “My necklace was a paste.”

-Purnesh Tripathi