SPOKEN POETRY...

Finally I am doing this, so you better like it! My first attempt at spoken poetry…

Dear god,

I remember the first memory I have of your house,

Must say you had so many members,

To my over-imaginative brain it felt like a huge open doll house!

Clothing and accessories!

And I wanted to participate,

Your guy,

Yeah, the one with bald head and a pony tail from the middle,

He glared at me like I was laughing at his tummy!

(no, it was just his hair style)

Anyways, I was shshshed by my father, nuisance…

 My mother crouched and whispered into my ear ‘ask something and he’ll give!’

I didn’t know what I should really ask for,

Lots of dolls, n all adults shifted to mars,

that was already ruled out,

Who would do the chores?

Then it became clear,

I pleaded ‘please Miss Dolly goes’

Yeah the specks one who slapped me twice, (for no apparent reason)

And the week that went by,

Miss dolly was married and gone,

So dear god, we finally had a relationship,

I ask and you give…

I remember the high school final physics practical,

Standing in a line and I kept whispering into your ears,

“No ohm’s law and I’ll be a good girl”

Almost hundred times I did the chant,

Only to cry like a girl from Bangalore who won the miss world tag!

That day I got the easiest experiment in the entire class,

You saved me! N my friends hated my guts…

Our new relationship, the give n take,

To my displeasure formed…

I must have done few more sins,

But you owed me big time,

Throughout two years you merely became the sadist spectator of my pain,

Ok, I understand I never promised holiness,

But then I did not invited mess to my place…

Anyways…it felt like we were on cold war,

I wouldn’t be writing this to you if I didn’t understand…

Everything I wished for never meant to be true…

Remember that high school crush I longed to see,

Thank god you never heard,

He was a sicko, or so I hear…

And yes the marks thing…

I understand you have others to please …

But I don’t know; where are we heading?

You have been good to me past few couple of weeks,

And for that I think I must forgive,

And you should do the same…

For I never meant it when I said to that boy that you are insane

It was just a raging moment,

And of course now that boy never waves me back,

He is on your side I guess…

So Dear god,

Wherever we are going,

We don’t need to rush things at all,

We’ll give it time and see if you could just do me few favors…