Award Night

Last time it was about success,

And this style is being used in excess,

But I’m not going to change this now,

‘cause I don’t know to write it how,

Else, or it might sound like dogs barking, bow,

And you won’t say wow,

I’ll just begin, or I’ll be hit and all I’ll say will be ow!

Award it is decorating my wall,

Waiting for my turn, for them to call,

To the front of the hall, shining, standing tall,

Been some time since I held a doll,

But they still call me kid,

In a bid to get rid, of me,

But I’m with The K-Factor, that’s my name,

Writing is my sector, and it aint a game,

But the award ain’t coming,

‘cause I’m running, away,

Words rhyming in a try at rapping,

Between my napping,

And I say I don’t deserve it.

There’s others hiding, in plain sight,

Working, through the night,

Earning every penny, for a bite,

Kids studying, in the streetlight,

And some racing with guns, to fight,

To protect from harm,

To maintain the calm,

On the streets even during the storm,

So I guess I’m right,

To say I don’t deserve this tonight,

With the examples I cite.

The postman, the salesman,

Walking forever,

Army, navy, air force, policeman,

Resting never,

Just to keep the nation going,

On and on, whenever,

Teachers teaching, light of education spreading,

Maids cleaning, as we keep polluting,

Farmers farming, be it sun or rain, feeding,

As we just keep eating,

Now do you agree, or am I just bleating.

It’s ‘cause of them doing their bit,

That we’re fit, and our homes are lit,

And we’re smiling, as they run, not having fun,

With their kit, in the mud,

And some giving the light to the new bud,

The future, as we just sit,

Choosing words, I wouldn’t call that wit,

Well, that just fit, a repeated rhyme,

Is that a crime, I guess not,

I don’t care a dime, if you eat lime,

Or thyme, well I just got hungry,

And I’m ending, and then sending, this,

Not bending, through the blog,

So it doesn’t clog, and I can hog,

With the song, moving my head to the beat, nod,

And that piece of metal comes, award,

Not really, no.

This post is written for Project 365’s Open to all Prompt for today.

Success

An emotion, a notion,

A feeling of happiness, a condition,

Super-position, of two plusses,

At the top, of the world, and inclusion,

No exclusion from nothing, completion,

And I’m facing addiction,

To the words, not fiction,

And I’m trying to make rap, construction,

With a smile on my face, decoration,

Well, that’s success.

And then success, is winning,

Something, more than nothing,

Like everything, and I’m not kidding,

Or making, fun, this time round,

‘cause success is a feeling,

Not described, by words, dancing,

Or creating, a meaning, to a verse,

This verse, any verse,

Or giving, or gaining, obtaining, applause,

From people after reading, no,

That ain’t success ‘cause,

That didn’t have no learning.

Success, meanwhile,

Is about the smile,

Which goes on for a mile,

Plastered, from one ear to the other,

Or did I mean year, well that was some guile,

To rhyme, with style,

Like RDJ, in Sherlock, by Doyle,

That was bad, but I’m not mad,

To end without having some fun,

So yes I’m not done,

And there’s one to go, but expect none.

Success, a figure?

Which just gets bigger,

From the bottom to the top,

And I’m not a digger,

To go down, and now I ain’t rhyming,

And there’s a frown, on my face,

Where’s success hiding, unseen,

So should I drown,

‘cause there isn’t a crown,

On my head, nod you don’t,

If you can’t clap, or applaud,

But I’m not a king, ‘cause I can’t rule,

Well I’m a fool, but no,

I’d rather be a God, than be a king,

Now that’d be some success.

This post has been written for Project 365’s Open Prompt for the day.

Centurion

Does a century really matter? Sachin had a century of centuries, he was the first one to do it, but did anyone notice all the centuries others made? No, they did not. Now, that example is more than a century old too, isn’t it? So why is the century so important to us?

It isn’t, is it? We don’t really care what the world was 100 years ago; we just don’t have the time for that. We all know the important events of the last 100 years; from our school history lessons but let’s do a short recollection.

As Syrio Forel used to tell Arya Stark in Game of Thrones, “There is only one true God.”

We came across the one true God as the century progressed, in his Rajnikanth avatar. We also realized that all the other Gods and Goddesses were not really Gods but angels sent by Him to take care of the world in his absence.

Moving to politics, the BEST YOUTH LEADER award of the century goes to Rahul Gandhi for fighting in the elections at the age of 65. His manifesto still talks about how he is a youth leader, and that the main aim is women empowerment.

Arvind Kejriwal also has his name written for having the worst revolt of the century. That dharna was done by him against himself for reasons unknown, so that saves all the students the names, dates, titles and reasons.

After Hitler and Mussolini, we came across another mass-murderer, who surrendered without a fight. He did not want to kill people, but his aim was to kill the logic and mind of people. Sajid Khan, (his name is Khan and he is not a terrorist), was finally captured and banned from making films after his last blockbuster lackluster, “Housefull of Humshakals 3”.

We also held our heads high when Bollywood won all the Oscars, in all categories. This was made possible only by Himesh Reshamiya, who did all the work, from spot-boy, to director, to producer, and even the actress. The film was g-loved by the audience, but the senior most jury member, the Robert De Niro of India, Alia Bhatt, found the film to be just awesome.

That’s about enough for now, or I shall be literally torn to pieces.

PS: This is written only for the sake of entertainment and is not meant to hurt any sentiments.

This is written for Project 365’s Open-To-All prompt.

The Island

blue sea rages

a concord of green and brown

a-typical island

Firstly, this is the picture the haiku is all about.

 

Secondly, it matches the prompt because it does not follow the classic haiku rules. Though it has 17 syllables, the 5-7-5 rule isn’t followed. You wouldn’t find something like this on my blog, because I somehow always make sure I follow the rules of writing, at least the rules of haikus. :P

This post is written for Project 365’s Open-to-All Prompt for today.