Smokin Joe's

It started as an attempt to rhyme toes with rose, immediately moved on to Joe's, and apparently, we set the proverbial ball rolling because this is what followed..

AP:
foes / chose / grows / pose / lows / joe's / nose / woes / rose

ML:
joe's....!
how would that one go??

AP:
Dinner at Smokin' Joe's
was the start of our woes
how I wish we chose
someplace else, but - who knows

ML:
Dinner last night was at Smokin' Joe's
i love the way he strikes a pose
a cowboy hat, beware oh foes
and a thick black stache under his nose!

AP:
So we decide on smokin joe's
and the place is not even close
but there she was with her button nose
she smiled at me and my heart beat rose

ML:
Last winter we went to smokin joe's
the heat was out and the cold winds rose
we waited there with curled up toes
who ate our pizza - god only knows!

AP:
There was an itch between my toes
and that was the least of my woes
'cause when I went to Smokin Joe's
some of that chilli went up my nose

ML:
I was racking my brains to write a small prose
sitting by the window, watching the blooming rose
i crossed my legs and scratched my nose
thats it! i'm getting a pizza from smokin joe's!

AP:
I had a date at Smokin Joe's
But my best friend said, bros before 'hos
In love and war, I said, anything goes
Looking at the bill, I'm glad its her I chose

ML:
I saw this lil boy at smokin joe's
he looked all tattered and picked his nose
but when the pizza was served, in the air he rose
hell! that's the voodoo boy! - i simply froze!

AP:
Sitting outside Smokin Joes
We were besieged by hungry crows
I nudged the nearest with my toes
With a rude stare, the whole flock rose ...

(digressed into a discussion on ghosts -> david copperfield -> mediums -> shorts which are no longer medium)

ML:
We were making up verses about smokin joe's
but we gradually digressed to shorts - why? god knows
in the end, 'size does matter' is the tag line he chose
stop talking about pizza dude and shed some of those kilos!

(a long time later..)

ML:
i'm at my wits' end, as the day narrows
writing the report is adding to my woes
going through this hell, is not something i chose
how i wish singapore had a smokin joe's

AP:
The day has highs, then there are lows
I know you are bored, it really shows
Not hell, just one more of the chores
Finish it off and we won't talk of those ..

*The End*

Friends like these ...

Manasi Dhavale wrote:


--
M

akshay panday wrote:

wtf?
isharoon se baat karna mujhe nahi ata

Manasi Dhavale wrote:

Seekho na, Naino ki bhasha piya...
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

akshay panday wrote:

tumhare nainon mein jhankne par to hum hosh kho baithte hai ...
bhaasha to door, hum apna naam tak bhool jaate hai

Manasi Dhavale wrote:

Corny dialog from where?

akshay panday wrote:

what the hell ..
i made it up ..

Manasi Dhavale wrote:

Aap ki hindi itni aachhi kab se ho gayi?
And so romantic! Ooh la la!
Main toh apne hosh kho baithi. ;)

akshay panday wrote:

humne na likhe hote to ye shabd 'corny'
lekin sach janane par ho gaye 'romantic' .. ?
tumse ye sab kehna samay ki barbadi hai ...
kya jaano tum, chand shabdo mein kitni badi kahani hai ...

Manasi Dhavale wrote:

Hum kshama chaahte hai.
Humne aapka dil dukhaaya hai.
Humein maaf kijiye.
Humein yakeen nahi ho raha tha ki aap itna kuch mehsoos kartein hain.
Humein aapke dil ki baat samajhne mein der lag gayi.

akshay panday wrote:

kshama maangna asaan hai, kamaana bada mushkil
maaf shabdo se kar doonga, lekin kya maaf karega ye dil
hume toote hue dil ka mareez bana diya hai aapne
iss majrooh jigar ko na milega marham sapne mein

Manasi Dhavale wrote:

Humein aapka dil kadaapi na dukhaana tha.
Hum aapke toote dil pe marham lagaayenge..
Aap nischint rahiye. :-)

akshay panday wrote:

ye sab kehna kitna aasan hai
lekin kabhi nibhake to dikhao
toote dil ka marham chhodiye
bas humara BBQ lautao ...

Manasi Dhavale wrote:

Aap maangke toh dekhiye. Turant de doongi.

akshay panday wrote:

dus mahine aapke paas jo pada hai
humne kitni baar vapas maanga tha
lekin aap hai ki roj naya bahana
turant ka matlab aapse shayad hai anjaana

Footprints in the sands of time ...

Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time ;

Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.

Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate ;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.

~ H.W. Longfellow - A Psalm of Life

The Problem With Bridges

Burning bridges,
is that the solution?
Spans collapse,
but will that
sever the connection?

I can erase
all the conversations
permanently, irreversably
but will i
ever really forget?

You can throw
all the mementos
deny their existence
but will you
recycle old memories?

I can wear
new sweaters
appear to be happy
but will i
feel warm inside?

You can surrender
all emotions
pretend not to care
but will you
learn to ignore?

I can tear
the receipts
into tiny pieces
but will i
void the purchases?

You can look
in the mirror,
not see the glint
but will you
stop noticing?

I can walk
long hours alone
lost in thought
but will i
think something else?

You can dry
all the tears
wash your face
but will you
purge your thoughts?

At least forks on the road
converge when you reverse.
The problem with bridges
is they have to be rebuilt,
or forgotten. Eventually. 

~ Me.

Lonely

I’m all alone
though you're all here.
Surrounding me,
smothering me
with your happiness
that I can't match.
I know you
care for me,
care about me.
But I feel like
you don't see me.
And that makes
me not real.

Island of lonely
in a sea of happiness.
Joyful, unconcerned.
Maybe it's because
I won't open up
and let you in.
But it feels like
it's more than that.
Feeling claustrophobic,
its closing in.
Crushing me.
I can't breathe.
Help...

Now I’m really alone.
You've forgotten
I was ever there.
You don't recognize
me anymore.
Have I changed
that much?
You haven't changed
at all.
It seems like
you're immortal.
Still outgoing, crazy,
the opposite of me.
But we used to
be good friends,
didn't we?
Or was I just
someone to
pass time with.
Until you
figured out how
boring I was,
and am.

I’m cold now.
I wish I could
turn to stone.
And not cry.
I haven’t
(in public)
in a long time.
But I do when I’m alone.
Nothing is forever
except death.
And I can't
seem to kill myself.
I’m too weak
of spirit and body.
Maybe,
if I ask nicely,
you'll do it for me...

~ willuholdme

[I wish I could write a nice poem someday.]

Light and Shadow

The only sound that I hear is the rustling of the leaves
and the moon's glow is what keeps the darkness at bay
Its so easy to forget the flowing wind shakes the trees
and the light I see is only a reflection of another day

Fall and Rise

I look out the window
and see you standing
silent, brooding, unmoving

Your leaves turn to gold
and flutter silently away
carried on the bitter wind
and the freezing rain

As the squirrels fall asleep
and the birds fly south
leaving you alone in the dark

Do you resent your fate
that keeps you rooted
condemning you to face
this frigid loneliness

Year after year
you present a brave face
becoming a thing of beauty

Never once complaining
or letting it be known
how the budding spring
tugs at your heartstrings

Perhaps I can learn from you
The winter behind my window
will bloom to spring someday

But will the scars I bear
remind me of this strife
or fill me with hope anew
only time will tell.

Fade to Black

You were there..
For every joyous kilometer and those tearful miles;
When I was reaching across light years in my loneliness;
When I wished that uno momento would last forever;
When tomorrow couldn't come fast enough;
When today was too good to end;
When a smile needed no reasons;
When sadness existed only for incentive;
When I didn't want to go;
When I was running from my demons;
When the silence meant more than Shakespeare's works;
When four words of French were enough;
When the wind whispered to me;
When Metallica boomed in my ears;
Highways and small lanes;
Aimless drives and road trips;
Boy-racer and Chauffeur;
Six a.m. and Midnight;
The good with the bad..
Thank You..

While we have our separate paths to take here;
And destiny might not let them cross like before;
All I want to do is stare;
Stare wistfully into the rearview;
'Cause the best times lie behind;

Gone Forever.