Comedy central

Ive run my eye across the type, just to see why everyones having a swipe,
at my last few posts,thier tune,theyre saying ive become very dark from june,
ive forgotten about biryani, ive become a big fat lannie,
i hardly post anymore,so everyones out to even the score.

im receiving fewer scraps thru orkut,as cyberspace has advanced ive stayed put,
im infernally slow in replying to mails, ive been jeered by a few fast moving snails,
my life has picked up a whirlwind pace,and yet im struggling to retain my place,
i know not day or night, to keep asleep i put up one hell of a fight..

the last para moved to darkness again, once more people will debate whether im sane,
looks of compassion will be thrown towards me,as people spot me and flee,
the RHYMONSTER has always been kind of -off in the head, But thats the very same reason he stays AHhhhhhhhhhEEEEEAAAAADDDDDDD!!!!


GREETINGS rhymonster.. LANNIE= rich guy (slang word used in south africa)
the rest is understandable me thinks

WHY?

Gazing out at the night sky,
one forlorn plastic bag i spy,
fluttering unheralded in a stiff gale,
against a sky, parts black,ochre and pale!

No destination,No horizon,No direction,No call,
the black vision that holds me enthralled,
is not having a purpose or a plot,
is this setting ethereal or a blot??

the wind brings promise of a new year's rain,
will peace be supreme or will anarchy reign again,
the new year's birth is cloaked by the darkness,
Revelry is naught! for the Rhymonster hates excess!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


GREETINGS RHYMONSTER
NOT SO FOND OF THE NEW YEAR BUT HAVE LEARNED TO LIVE WITH IT EVERY YEAR ON THE EVE...

east london's beauty

why wicked wind wanders wherever it wants?

brown branches brave brutal breeze's taunts?

fragile flowers get flown far and frustrate..

bare earth below bears blooms in spate ..

things tan turn lavender till time tells us,

sights that seemed so superficial now startle u thus!

voices vying for visions vindicate my vice,

neighbours who knew green are now newly nice!

east london lies in a lovely little lie,

architecture archaic yet the Rhymonster thinks, its spry,

trees and breeze whip the jacaranda around,

peacefulness personified or paradise on ground??

GREETINGS RHYMONSTER

had been to east london that is on the coast of south africa. it was a beautiful place with whistling wind and ooopsss...let me stop the alliterations here (incidentally alliteration is the only grammer i remember from school. most of my english works on how it sounds when spoken...i wouldnt know a past participle from a present principal...errr whatever) old style construction and beautiful jacaranda trees that go completely lavender in the spring are a sight to behold..

game face

we keep ourselves at bay ,
at night you come out to play!
we wear a sham for one and all,
but at times you answer the wilderness' call!
we watch evil and good as shades of grey,
you have faith and make like u pray!
we try to hold back and keep the peace,
you march on out and just dont cease!
we look on out for the greater good,
you chastise us like you should!
we moderate and mediate,
you compensate and provoke hate!
does everyone have twin souls entwine(d),
one open and good,one hideous and supine,
for all to see ,the RHYMONSTER says,
drop your mask people,show your gameface.




GREETINGS RHYMONSTER...
when its this late at night you cant expect perfect sense can you? but for those who need a bit of light...the rhyme talks about competitiveness and your dark side...its a bit of both...even this poem is a bit of blackand white eh?? such is life..

coffee ..woof!!

what leads a person to coffee??
stimulus?? do u have to beat sleep with glee!!
is it a routine for your game??
toss 3 cups in and you are aflame!!

examine what it does signify??
to the youth, nowadays, it makes time fly.
to the elderly its a pickmeup born of habit,
to the coffee farmers its pure profit!!

to latent minds its the tonic,
to impressionable minds its iconic,
to addicts like the RHYMONSTER its fuel,
to try to avoid it is to invite a internal duel!!

its acidity is legendary for the uninitiated,
after a cold coffee they feel totally sated,
but alas that feeling is comically ill fated,
cause an hour later ,hunger beckons .."uve been baited"!!

to hold onto the cup,fast losing warmth,yet comfortable,
to feel less sugar and more strength in a cup,thats admirable.
cause it undergoes drying,roasting,powdering,pressure and temperature,just so!!
The RHYMONSTER does applaud every brewmaster and his ESPRESSO!!


GREETINGS RHYMONSTER
everyone knows my love for coffee.whether a 12 buck cup at annapoorna in coimbatore.or a glass of jaggery sweetened coffee at home in coimbatore.or a smashing cappucino at coffee day.or a gourmet coffee at MOCHA churchgate mumbai served black with a french press.I just LOOOVVE it!!!so this post was way overdue...it is kind of a simple rhyme though!!HMMM

FAT RAT RACE

we look for constants throughout our life,

when in doubt or in a muddle,in times of strife,

we wait on shores endlessly hoping for the tide to slow,

we overlook the smooth salty breeze's flow.

whenever we travel ,our mind roams ahead,

we meditate pensively,our insides fill with happiness or dread!

we never live in the moment,in this time,

we always look to the future and to our past prime!

forever optimistic we must be ,whatever our talents,

time to look at the present, the here, the now..no ambivalence!

time to enjoy the breeze against your face.....

THE RHYMONSTER says stop running the race!!!!!!

GREETINGS RHYMONSTER

conceptualised while eating a nut crunch cone from Baskin robbins and feeling the breeze on MARINE DRIVE ,MUMBAI...

written thru WIFI..(.i must be the last person to try this out...shucks.)...at my hotel lobby

early bird @$@#%#$

Intelligent being,driven by nature,
gets up and proceeds to hold forth,
everyone living out in the countryside pure,
knows the Rooster's right on course.

But one such bird lives at hand,
who knows not right from wrong,
cause as the clock strikes 02.00 am,as planned,
he bursts forth into cacophonic song.

is he part of a new flock of terror-bird?
whove been taught sledging by waugh??
dreamless sleep is broken by sound unheard,
someone shove a sock in his craw!!

by day hes mute,perhaps even asleep?
by twilight his acoustics are honed ,
by night he struts,preens, an insomniac's "cheep",
the RHYMONSTER shrugs-"my sleep is postponed"



GREETINGS RHYMONSTER

rooster =male of hen=father of chick
waugh= captain of australian cricket team= master of mental disintegration
apologies for the title..
heh