POEM NO.3

This one struck me..i mean the idea struck me 0n annual day..there were these competitions going on..i came to college on the morning..the guys were doin their usual rouse..someone was tellin their was a poetry competition around..the guys said "Dai Peter..poi english puluthu.."..so i decided to give it a shot..but i wanted to do a small rehearsal before the actual thing..so here goes nothing:

When everything seemed picture-perfect,
Everyone happy,everything nice,
With a sceptre under the arm,
And a smirk on his tongue,
The force of dark insanity,
Fogs the bloody harmony,
And as time flies by,
You can only sit and wonder why,
Why all the jinxes and the plots,
Comes down on your head to rot,
When the perfect balance is struck,
A disaster looms at the brink,
No shape,no size all evil,never nice,
A sharp twinge at the corner of your eye,
You turn around with a worried frown,
You see black but you know you're not alone,
You are scared to the core,
Your head it about to explode,
Purposes that had never been satisfied,
I still cant find the answers to my life,
The perception of truth seems wholly mute,
Question marks crowd in my head,
The answers...I just cant seem to get..


eppadi !!