WHO AM I?
What is the real me?
The sweet obedient daughter?
Who tries to love & to respect,
To abide by every rule
And to satisfy every aspect
To upkeep the honour
Yet saving herself the regret
But ends up hurting anyway
Her parents, her family and herself
Am I a living being
Or just a doll on the shelf?
What is the real me?
A diligent student,
A professional-to-be
Trying to know and to learn
With utmost sincerity
Trying to score, trying to win
Trying to be the Prof's pet
Yet failing in doing all this all the time
Each time I fail myself
Am I a living being
Or just a doll on the shelf?
What is the real me?
A sheer pessimist
Who stands at the edge of the cliff
Hoping to slip, to die
To get rid of life's tiff
Yet it's still a "hope" only
A hope-an optimist's domain
What am I-a sadist, a masochist?
Searching for happiness in the midst of pain!
Still i don't die, and still i fail to live
I only survive, only for myself
Am I a living being
Or just a doll on the shelf?
What is the real me?
A cheerful friend
Trying to be happy, trying to care
Hoping to spread happiness and relief
Hoping to be there
Pretending to be sweet,
To be likeable at times
Yet realising my inadequacy
Among thoughtful tears on lonely nights
I try to be with all
And in the end am alone not even with the self
Am I a living being
Or just a doll on the shelf?
What is the real me?
Just another girl
Who loves and is loved
Who dreams of stars and moons
And her own beloved
Who wants a lot out of life
Yet refuses to give at all
Riding on clouds of illusion
One day, sure to fall
Still going on to dream
Satisfying her material self
Am I a living being
Or just a doll on the shelf?
What is the real me?
The reflection in the mirror
That looks so alien
What do i read in those eyes
Lies- a million
A daughter, a friend, or a lover
A student, a professional-in-being
But where is the real me
A simple human being...
I've become a chameleon of sorts
But somewhere I've lost the real myself
Am I a living being anymore
Or just a doll on the shelf?
(THE INSPIRATION FOR THIS POEM IS A FRIEND'S POST. TO READ CLICK THE TITLE OF THIS POEM)
The sweet obedient daughter?
Who tries to love & to respect,
To abide by every rule
And to satisfy every aspect
To upkeep the honour
Yet saving herself the regret
But ends up hurting anyway
Her parents, her family and herself
Am I a living being
Or just a doll on the shelf?
What is the real me?
A diligent student,
A professional-to-be
Trying to know and to learn
With utmost sincerity
Trying to score, trying to win
Trying to be the Prof's pet
Yet failing in doing all this all the time
Each time I fail myself
Am I a living being
Or just a doll on the shelf?
What is the real me?
A sheer pessimist
Who stands at the edge of the cliff
Hoping to slip, to die
To get rid of life's tiff
Yet it's still a "hope" only
A hope-an optimist's domain
What am I-a sadist, a masochist?
Searching for happiness in the midst of pain!
Still i don't die, and still i fail to live
I only survive, only for myself
Am I a living being
Or just a doll on the shelf?
What is the real me?
A cheerful friend
Trying to be happy, trying to care
Hoping to spread happiness and relief
Hoping to be there
Pretending to be sweet,
To be likeable at times
Yet realising my inadequacy
Among thoughtful tears on lonely nights
I try to be with all
And in the end am alone not even with the self
Am I a living being
Or just a doll on the shelf?
What is the real me?
Just another girl
Who loves and is loved
Who dreams of stars and moons
And her own beloved
Who wants a lot out of life
Yet refuses to give at all
Riding on clouds of illusion
One day, sure to fall
Still going on to dream
Satisfying her material self
Am I a living being
Or just a doll on the shelf?
What is the real me?
The reflection in the mirror
That looks so alien
What do i read in those eyes
Lies- a million
A daughter, a friend, or a lover
A student, a professional-in-being
But where is the real me
A simple human being...
I've become a chameleon of sorts
But somewhere I've lost the real myself
Am I a living being anymore
Or just a doll on the shelf?
(THE INSPIRATION FOR THIS POEM IS A FRIEND'S POST. TO READ CLICK THE TITLE OF THIS POEM)
posted by Phoenix @ 1:51 PM
11 Comments:
At Thursday, May 12, 2005 9:14:00 PM,
Anonymous said…
it's nice, Kiddo, but a cliched one too. I mean I expect much better things. Did you feel satisfied after writing it? (may be you did, but now you won't [:p])
|It almost feels as if you didn't write it. someone else has written it and requested you to post it here [:-|]
You still rock :-)
~ Time [8)]
At Friday, May 13, 2005 6:58:00 PM,
Anand said…
@ envisager: Hey, thanks for calling my piece of crap an inspiration for your poem. The poem's lovely as always.
|@ ted: What i fail to understand is that why these first year students so depressed, at least troubled, by some very idealistic and romantic notions ?
Maybe that's because the bread and butter problems of 4th year won't leave us with enough time to think about other issues of life, like these.
These are nothing more than notions that sprout up in minds that have become prone to remain
1) overenthusiastic, overjoyous or overly happy (as in my case)
OR
2) overdepressed, excessively thoughtful, too gloomy (as in envisager's case)
At Saturday, May 14, 2005 12:50:00 PM,
Phoenix said…
hi
|for all those who read my blog regularly, u must have realised this is hardly a poem at all. Yes it's cliche`d and yes it's unlike me. It's more of a prose-straight line narration of some genaral philosophy.
In any case, it was still me who wrote it, only that i wrote it just for the sake of writing something.I was feeling low, and was hoping that punching crap on the keyboard would lift the spirit
Sorry ppl.
i'll write better aage se!
:)
as for the content of the poem, no comments!
At Sunday, May 15, 2005 12:42:00 PM,
Anonymous said…
The word crap is getting on everyone's tongues these days. Its almost like the f word.
|At Monday, May 16, 2005 10:55:00 PM,
Anonymous said…
Your work is so real and original. The beginning and the end of each verse are very powerful. Great poem!
|At Tuesday, May 17, 2005 11:12:00 PM,
Naveen said…
nice poem.:)thou i m wondering whether you just made it rhyme.. or is it really you ;)
|whts up with you.. i never see you in orkut.
have the TLTE jumbal decided to take sanyas from orkut ? :(
p.s: looks like my blog has been shifted from buddy blogs to nonsense blogs :((
At Wednesday, May 18, 2005 6:08:00 PM,
Phoenix said…
well, one always gets time for everything, not everyone studies like u abhishek :P
|thanx rizolli, and charles, but it's not good, seriously, i hate it
fubu, ohh, i'll shift it bak, if u promise to dro by sometimes :P
At Friday, May 20, 2005 6:40:00 PM,
Phoenix said…
abhishek,
|i did the same, but used many more things than just bloggin to waste my time and ruin the sem!
At Monday, June 05, 2006 12:53:00 PM,
Anonymous said…
i could relate to some parts of the poem.........so i would say it was realistic.... gunjan.
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At Sunday, May 17, 2009 2:47:00 AM,
Anonymous said…
really nice one....i can relate myself with this poem.... great job...keep jotting,,,,
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