Poems by Girish

You…

a poem by

Girish

Though I know you for just a year,
You have been always someone very near.
A sweet cute and innocent starry eyed girl.
Do you know you make my head swirl?

One fine day when we finally met.
Just one word to describe it- perfect.
About the meeting there were no pre-conceived notions,
Probably that’s why it resulted in a slew of emotions.

I still think you are a hopeless romantic,
There’s something between us that’s so spontaneous and automatic,
Your sweet innocent and caring gestures, hey
More than anything else make my day

Hand in hand together we shall go,
Together we shall forge our way,
Stupid Girl Never forget this,
I’m here always here to stay

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When I think

a poem by

Girish

People say I’m a horrible poet,
I intend to prove them wrong.
For my sweetheart on her birthday,
I dedicate this song.

When I think of You,
My mind’s in a daze,
You are one cute lovely little girl,
Who never ceases to amaze.

When I think of the way we met,
I seem to fall in love with the “internet”
Its hard to believe that it was just chance
That landed us up in this romance.

When I think of our early times,
Out friendship had begun to bloom across the miles,
Laughter and tears we had begun to share,
For each other we had all the time to spare.

When I think of the time we started talking,
Like two idiots giggling and gaggling,
But it was plenty of fun I must say,
Especially after a quarter of whiskey, hey!

When I think of all your e-mails.
Which I treasure than any other female’s
Your sweet, charming and caring words,
Shall remain in my heart for years and years.

And when I think of you- the person,
Never have I seen someone so close to perfection,
You seem so charming in your one way.
Never forget your sweetheart Okay?

When I think of our first kiss,
Which you are yet to describe- you naughty miss!
Innocent is the words that comes to mind,
Listen- take care of those luscious lips of mine.

When I think of what to write more,
I realize this poem has to end- what a bore!
So, might as well wish you all the best,
For this day, your life and every test.

As I try to think of what to more to say,
I’m speechless; I remember its the 29th of May,
So might as well wish you a happy birthday,
Remember I love you more than anyone ever may.

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The Dot Com Thing

a poem by

Girish

Nine Years after Nineteen Ninety,
I was told with brevity,
About the “Dot Com” possibility.
The papers, the news everywhere I went,
Whoever I met was so bloody confidant,
About Mr.Com’s inevitable ability,
In making me as rich as nobility

IPO’s were the tune of the times,
Millions they said you could make with a dime,
My broker became increasingly friendly,
Called me up on my cell one fine day to say “hi buddy”
And “casually” quoted the price of INFY and SIFY,
Said I’d be a fool if I’d not invest in these,
Quoted some shit from some business dailies

Yeah he had me big time,
Played me like a nursery rhyme,
If I could catch that broker of mine,
I’d strangle his throat that bloody old swine.

Then the Bubble burst,
I lost Rs 50,000 first,
The God Damn Dot Com,
Next time someone mentions it,
Go tell him to **** his ***.

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