Oh Pigeon! you have no reason!

I always wanted to write poems, the sweet ones about the mountains and rivers and beautiful women- but there was one big glitch in it, i couldn't find these things to write about in everyday life this is to say the least.
I searched for a mountain
but could see none
I searched for a river but found out that my city was lacking in god's blessings
and finally i looked for beautiful women-lacking in personal experience i thought i would ask people about what beauty meant to them.Surprisingly no sane person could define what beauty really meant for them.
then sometime back i thought i would go reverse thinking-argue that a beautiful women does not exist and then disprove this btw was a boring technique as i couldn't define my parameters i.e. on what grounds beauty was to be defined-maybe that was the problem everyone were facing.

Leaving beauty to take it's own course- i decided that i would write a poem on a pigeon who earned my anger by laying an egg on bathroom window sill -later i decided that i would send it to the Times of India,the idea was abandoned quite immediately, then i decided that i would publish the same on orkut with all the other rubbish that it usually churns out

Here goes it's tentatively called
OH! PIGEON YOU HAVE NO REASON

Like it was this sunny morning
i never liked saying 'good morning'
it's not as though i hated greetings
and not that i had any important meetings

But the bathroom was surely out of bounds
Even to the fierce smelly hounds
Oh pigeon
you have no reason!
the thing you did
it made me cry (it really did)

Oh pigeon
you have no reason
this is royal treason
in the summer season

Oh pigeon(repeat 2 times, choir music up and fade)


hope you liked the poem
even if you didn't
as if i care

O Sheep, Don't Weep

There's an animal which looks as if it is ever asleep
It is you O Sheep!!!
Not that i should tell you that you are my imagery
But then i am not in the mood for verbal surgery

And when you loose your skin
It's not as though you feel for your kith and kin
It's nothing after all,
but you provide for all

How ungratefull we men are
Not realising that you can never utter "Hello Saar"
They say Mary once had a little lamb
as significant as the Shakespeare by Charles and Mary Lamb

But i am anot sure if you are the same Mary,
and we are quite sure that British names vary
But we all are you O sheep
for we do no think even before the sleep

We do what we are told to
Not realising where we are going to
O sheep you have no brains
and you don't do much during the rains

It's not that i want to say much
in fact i cannot say much
as such
it is very difficult to rhyme with such

O sheep, if you could only write a poem
your people might even sing it like an anthem
you may be equalled to the intellect of man
But i am sure you can

But why should this idiot write about sheep
dreaming and counting losing sleep
I do not care what the world thinks
I am quite certain a good half of it never thinks

One more line and i would have written my longest lyric
but then my eyes look choleric
As time passes minute after
i wish i could say 'So long and there's nothing much i could alter'

Rhyming i think is a difficult process
Maybe it was too for Moses
The more i write O sheep
the water below my brain should seep

There is nothing i can say more about
O sheep,
Don't weep
(line left vacant for inspiration to strike)

Intermittently the poem will be titled O Sheep ,Don't Weep

Satyeki