Rudimental poems

Some of the greatest moments happen when the friends you’ve spent more than half a decade with become the brothers you never had. Not a day goes by where i dont reminisce the memories in Klang High School... The first poem i wrote goes like this,

5 Science 1

Strange yet twisted in its own way,

The hills before this class comes to life at day,

For that's where we traverse and stray,

Five Science One, no buffoonery's kept at bay,

As Adam got us all on his band waggon,

Follow the leader we did like flying cannons,

Even faster than Usain Bolt passing his baton,

The anecdotes have become a memory garden,

Pens and papers are Tan's forte,

Thevaa's the go-to guy for birthday horseplays,

Arun might be that one-of-a-kind hombre,

Like looking for a needle in a haystack they say,

Prasanth and Mogan's jukebox always gladdens,

As the banter between Lugen and Ruben never saddens,

As cruel as it may sound and at times it maddens,

But it keeps the class vibrant and never barren,

Yhasswin's the biology jock there's no gainsay,

Why the need for 'ong' when there's Ong  each day,

Then come Vivek and Too adding up to the class's screenplay,

There's never had been the dismay of blue on Mondays,

Saravenen the jester funnier than Ellen,

Soh and Prakash innocent yet laughing a gallon,

For life is to be lived with a burning passion,

Even hotter than the fireballs of Game of Throne's dragons,

Farhan and Izzuddin might be singers one day,

Making tunes better than Calvin Harris's My Way,

Ivan may make everything seem a child's play,

As those 'touche' remarks are always on replay,

Tomorrow's story is definitely uncertain,

But what we have is a friendship so verdant,

Forever in my mind would this be engraved,

Five Science One, the year's best season.

My close friend had been trying for his best friend- a girl, for almost half a year. He asked me to write a poem that mirrored his relationship with the girl. I penned this poem, gave it to him and urged him to share it with her. What happened after that? 

Yours truly

Was it the eyes, 

that fluttered to my heartbeat,

As we locked in our gazes,

thinking about the memories you gave me,

It must have been your hair,

the gentle breeze that sweeps through,

like a waterfall cascading in its beauty,

Making me want to touch you,

I feel you coming close,

Yet your grip on our rope is getting lose,

Is it because I didn’t try hard enough,

Or maybe the fault is in the stars,

Baby, you’re the soul to this poem,

the treasure to my chest,

If only you would walk with me,

If only you would talk to me..

I have a thing for rhyming. I get excited when the word in each line ends with the same sound. That consistency gives me the thrills. So, how else to create a poem that rhymes consistently other than writing about being consistent? 

inConsistency 

Never ever been consistent,

I’ve become its resistant,

Many times have I tried being persistent,

But it just feels inconsistent,

I end up seeking assistance,

Letting ‘FOCUS’ become my temptation,

But the goal, it seems so distant,

Again, the bricks crumble being inconsistent, 

I left it this time with the wind’s motion,

And set to build whenever in position,

I make mistakes and say it’s not insistent,      

Now, the roof cracked being inconsistent,

Damn, I drown in frustration,

I slip into meditation,

I hunt for commitment,

To concur the inconsistent,

I look for avocation,

To learn to be coherent,

I will win this competition,

I will concur the inconsistent.

It was the end of the first semester in MCKL. What was supposed to have been a joyous celebration turned bitter. I scored badly in the semester exam, got stripped off my scholarship. And then came this..

Expectation

I believed in myself,

Yet it felt empty, 

I knew I missed something,

When the test papers cried in red, 

Dreams were shattered,

Goals became abandoned,

I’ve never felt this battered,

As I confessed to my parents,

I became the antagonist,

as I broke the promise,

And gave them a new hope,

That I would at least remain a scholar,

The sun had never shone brighter,

I was looking forward to a new beginning,

The burden on my heart became lighter,

But alas, if only had I known more,

The storm grew louder, 

The overall results were announced,

Gone was my title as the scholar,

I wasn't even prepared,

And then rained the needles in torrent,

The dread dawned,

That I had failed my parents,

For the second time in just seconds,

“Why me”, I cried, 

In silence berating myself,

“Its okay”, my parents tried,

In pain consoling themselves,

The next day was a sign of sunlight,

Yet the clouds were so moody,

The path was again set right,

But everything’s changed lately.

This poem suffers a vertical title. It takes on a dark tone and gives out the message that there is no escaping the consequences of the mistakes we make. And that sometimes, even saying sorry isn’t enough. 

Saw you trespassing the gates at noon,

In an attempt to prove you are a human too,

Naive yet alive you buried yourself,

Not even once you believed it was a trap,

Entered the dungeon with a one way ticket,

Regretting in peace is all you can pick at.

Change

She looked so innocent,

Those big beautiful eyes,

Oh, such sophistication,

She attracted many eyes,

She was like a filament,

Black and white on the outside,

But coloured so magnificent,

They became a tourist's paradise,

She was like an instrument,

That I wanted to put my fingers on,

But something made me reticent,

I let her go on,

Time was her imprisonment,

Preserved, reserved and shy,

Soon she outgrew resentment,

Changed, reigned, rose so high,

The college became her tenement,

She learned to survive,

Her change became the testament,

From a pupa to a butterfly,

The band was loosen,

Her hair flowed untied,

The facade was broken,

She befriended older guys,

Gone was the innocent,

The obvious displayed signs,

She seemed so effortless, 

Surprised, it was never a surprise.

The way

I never wanted it this way,

to sway through every day,

Without ever getting my say, 

pretending that it’s all okay,

I never expected this to stay,

the way it continued to play,

tricks and turns all in array,

Will it ever not end in a dismay? 

I always wanted better, but hey,

Every day is never a cliche,

Even though its still in the grey,

This time i willingly pay,

I always expected it’ll be at bay,

to obey and avoid far and away,

but time is up and turning too fray,

Will it ever be my way? 

Acclimation

I blinked my eyes open,

As the Sunlight poured in,

Feeling the rough ground around,

I realised, nothing‘s changed lately,

Brushing all these sand off,

I stretched and stood up,

As the morning sun rose to its glory,

I see hope shining brightly,

I set a foot forward,

And the next further,

I see the edge getting closer,

But something‘s just not right,

The sun peaks right above,

As beats of sweat drench me,

With clammy hands I reach the end,

Just to see another stretch of plain land,

So I turned back,

To the only path I knew,

The footprints I left behind,

To trace them step-by-step,

With a dreading heart,

And a tumultuous mind,

I reach the spot,

Where it all started,

As I saw the sun disappear,

I took comfort in the rough ground around,

And closed my eyes,

Realising, nothing‘s changed lately.

The hostel

Confined within four walls,

Amidst a scene of fresh lights,

Was a dude trying to stay focused,

But turned out really hopeless,

Late nights into bro times,

Mid nights into screen lives,

After nights into road-side strolls,

Bed times into ‘far-far away’ goals,

Raving on the tenth floor,

Gymming on the fifth floor,

Running on the fourth floor, 

Bored on the ground floor,

It was the best and the worst,

With the days on a thirst,

And the cars and the dust,

Made nothing seem to last.  

Assumption

Science,

Infuriates me,

With its assumption,

Met with revulsion,

Wait, 

Don’t judge,

You’ll see it soon,

In this coming tune,

Think,

Is what it needs,

Is what I think,

But it ain’t the thing,

Logic,

Oh how it breathes,

For the truth it heeds,

And the facts it seeds,

Sometimes,

Since it rhymes,

I ask many times,

If it is a crime,

To assume,

Not by me,

But by you,

And this world too. 

Plain complain

It’s about dreaming,

Because I’m just a boy,

But I’ve been doing some thinking,

And so I say,

All we do is judge,

Invent instant grudge,
What the chocolate fudge,
There goes the budge,

I’ve had some good crying,

Watching my dudes fake it,

But they gave me a learning,

And so I say,

They say everything,

Without knowing everything,

They prepare nothing,
Just by thinking nothing,

The sky is sometimes screaming,

Does it mean we should just stop? 

Must hay only be made when it’s shining? 

So i might say,

It’s not us it’s not them,

It’s not anybody so nobody to blame then,

It’s that man it’s that woman,

It’s everyone except that someone who’s spoken,

My time has just begun, 

I have much to do more to go,

I’d say nay,

When they say,

Why the bother,

When nothing gets better,

Just stay sober,

It always gets better. 

Brotherhood

Once upon a time,

As the world’s biggest crime,

Were 6 ugly ducklings,

That knew they’d be dumplings, 

To the farmers by the meadow,

The snakes slithering in the shadow,

And so they made a pact,

To remain in tack,

Storms and hurricanes came by,

But these were just a lullaby,

As the 6 soldiers stood strong,

With never-ending Ammos to play along,

Life was just a breeze,

To these mighty bees,

Earning well deserved stripes,

For their impetuous strikes,

Something along the way,

Must have lead to D-Day,

With an area still so grey,

To an ill-fated runway,

The bees weren’t soldiers anymore,

The aims were perfect no more,

Storms and hurricanes came by,

And these became a hunter‘s paradise,

To the farmers by the meadow,

The snakes slithering in the shadow,

The 6 ugly ducklings,

Knew they‘d be dumplings,

Helpless and defenceless,

Alone and homeless, 

As all good things do

come to an end too.