Is this another poem??????????!!!!!!!!

hahhaa that was a bad poem and a pj,hahaha uhhhhh ahem.....

I took to poems for certain reasons, but I don't know if that's the reason why people write poems at the first place. To me poems provide a way to convey what I want to in a veiled manner. I can use incomplete phrases, they can mean more than one thing, people can see the emotions and yet different kinds of people will get same message in a different light. But mostly poems fill up the gaps to the questions to which I dont have the answers to. And I felt it was more closer to my flow of thoughts than the paragraphs I write. It is like when I want to have a clearer vision about something I write paras and when I just know a certain thing i feel i write a poem so that i can take my own time n get involved and drown in the pleasure and pains of that feelings. Its like i can indulge in them as much as like (and also as long as my vocabulary and creativity help me :D).

But the main problem with me was that I thought that peoms are about putting together rhyming sentences. Although most poems do that and most kinds of poems have a certain rhythm of rhyming like aabb(boy toy, pump lump) or abab (boy pump toy lump), yet there is more to poems. And like any other thing I was determined to get to the bottom of it. I read a lot about poems (courtesy goolge) and arrived at a few useful conclusions like the special ingredients about a poem are rhyming (toy boy), count of syllables(eg con-di-tion),verse and theme.(but i was and am always concerned about how to read it out aloud becuase I know only only style :D).

After having done a crash course on poems on my own, I chose some kinds of easy styles of poems like acrostic but it turned out to be the first easy poems that are taught to children (how embarrassing, hehe). Yet now I have begun to understand and appreciate the poets and their poems because I believe now that poets should be good with vocabulary, excellent in playing with words and geniuses in imagination. That's what makes a good poem.

For me its a time for some excuses like I am an amateur poet and as Robert Frost has rightly said , ....miles to go before I sleep :)

CrEaTUreS oF tHE niGhT

The earlier centuries were the good old days, when a cow was a cow and a man was a man. People followed only one thing to know the time of the day-the sun. A common man got up to work when the sun had risen and he went to bed soon after the sun set.

But now, thanks to the geniuses all around the world, we have things called lights, inverters, backups and all, so that we may do our work till late at nights. As if that wasn't enough, internet connections and phone service operators have brought in attractive schemes for (no prizes for guessing) night hours. The best block busters are also aired at midnight(action and horros mostly).And these supposedly golden hours are from 11pm to 6am.

I think these guys just forgot that we homo sapiens need sleep, duh! I try to remind my friends this very common sense logic, yet they fail to understand the simplicity of it all. They bring in multi-tasking to manage two or more works at a time. Some go as far as saying that may be we have evolved from what we were a few centuries ago to what we have become now, may be we need lesser sleep. If becoming edgy and impulsive or hyper tensed is called being evolved, then we surely have evolved.

Right now I am going to have a big turn in my life and am just in the gap between two lifetimes. I have a lot of spare hours (which i often think i will use productively, but.........)and I sit in front of the computer. Not a single person is online to whom I can talk to. When I'm not online there's not a single soul who has an economical phone connection to can talk to me at day time. Come night and this miss know it all, miss cute, miss vivacious is so in demand. I swap my phones (i have two) every now and then. I brush my teeth(am a good girl) saying my friends "brb" and I get to bed by 2:30 am.

In short I have become a night creature just like other people out there.

All over again