Whichth???

2008-08-29T19:28:00.000-07:00

Whichth? Whichth? Whichth?
Really, the question has no wrong intention,
But the few times it gets a response,
It takes a lot of hesitation.

Now what's so wrong about it,
One may rightly query,
I would say 'Absolutely nothing',
A million others would disagree.

From bald Ones to the fairer ones,
From the good luck chucks to the deep-voiced schmucks,
From aging friends to burgeoning kids,
From the ever-confused to the never-bemused,
Everyone frowns at the question 'Whichth?'

It's a powerful word, I would say
For many meanings, it could convey
Take someone's birthday, for instance
This single word replaces 'How old are you today?'

To count, we were taught,
Since the time we were four,
By whichth, I ask you to do the same,
And tell me your score!

So the next time someone asks you
'Whichth?', don't look into the detail,
Just count your numbers,
And let your common sense prevail.

One final question, you might ask,
What exactly is all this nonsense?'
The poet smirks and says,
'Ever heard of poetic license?!'

Never Forever

2008-08-29T19:15:00.000-07:00

It’s one of those days when you feel,
Why can’t things just go on forever?
Friends stay close and life’s all fun,
With no regrets whatsoever.

I want those times back.
When ten shots of tequila made you talk Einstein,
And two pegs of beer/margarita got you sloshed.
When a split second decision led to a two hour movie,
And planned movies went unwatched!

When thesis was a cloud on the horizon,
And job its subatomic counterpart.
When bitching about advisors was our prime-time gossip,
But only behind the matters of the heart.

When a productive day meant a night of literature,
And a productive night meant counter strike.
When no excuse was needed to keep us awake,
And we thought nothing would ever be at stake.

And then I wake up to the harsh reality,
Those days are no longer here.
No more time pass, no more dum,
No more vodka, tequila, margarita or rum.
No late night talks till we yawn,
No more counter strike till dawn.

Instead, there is a sense of restlessness,
A search for a sense of belonging,
Anxiety to get done with that search,
And a constant effort to lessen the anxiety.
All these have replaced those times I treasure,
Worse, they’ve replaced my friends.

Then I think again, no not so soon,
‘Friends are forever’, isn’t that how we were taught?
Different planets might be a difficult prospect,
Being in the same country, it’s not a bad thought.

So meet we shall again, with all certainty,
For there’s reason for the existence of a long weekend,
And let’s show a finger each to those who say,
“All good things must come to an end!”

Start Counting!

Whichth???

Never Forever