The Mad Gardener's song

Yet another Inane poem by me, written during IIT-M's Saarang Creative Writing.

For those of you all who don't have any clue as to what The Mad Gardener's song is all about, there you go, the details .

This is an excerpt from Lewis Caroll's "The Mad Gardener's song" -

He thought he saw a Banker's Clerk
Descending from the bus:
He looked again and found it was
A Hippopotamus.
'If this should stay to dine'. he said,
'There won't be much for us!'

The highlighted words appear in each one of the Mad Gardener's songs i.e. they're all in the format-

He thought he saw a __________________
_________________________________
He looked again and found it was
_________________________________
'_______________________' he said,
'_________________________________'

I was asked to choose any one from the following :

~ A Walking Stick
~ A Noble Monk
~ A Street lamp
~ A Resolution
~ An Exit Sign

My Mad Gardener's Song :

He thought he saw a noble monk

Chanting prayers and singing hymns

He looked again and found it was

A Tape Recorder.

'If this should keep playing' , he said

'I would have to pay for a higher electricity bill'

The Dot and The Line

Before I begin typing this stuff out let me tell you Something beforehand : This was written by Me and a girl called Fasheen in IIT-M's cultural fest Saarang in about 15 mts time.

The competition : Creative Writing
Type of Poetry : Renga (6 Haikus having 5-7-5 syllables +/- one syllable)
The Challenge : Two people who do not know each other at all should compose a Renga on "The Dot and The Line - Romance in Lower Mathematics" within 15 mts of time. Each person should write a stanza(Haiku) and pass it over to the other and the other person should write another Haiku and pass it over the same person, who handed over the poetry paper out first. In short alternate stanzas composed by 2 different people, just to understand what 'coherance' is all about.
The Rule : No discussions allowed between the two poets/poetesses. Individual Haikus wonly !!

So there you go Fasheen (Stanzas 1,3,5) and Nithya's (Stanzas 2,4,6) Renga


Did you hear about the triangle ?
Between the lovely dot and the three lines.
Together, they vied for her attention.

The dot, for the kind of
Petite soul that she was, loved her beau
"The Median", who originated from her.

This infuriated the other three lines
They wanted to be the 'centre' of her attention.
But the dot was blissfully unaware.

The three vile lines began plotting-
Plotting a sinister plan against their Love's love,
Whilst the couple was cooing and cuddling.

They approached the big diametered circle
To attack 'Median' with his army of radii
The greedy circle agreed readily.

By the time the lazy circle
Approached with his army to attack the median
The lovey-dovey couple 'tangented' away !!!

P.S : Agreed this poem is stupid and silly. Couldn't come up with a better one due to lack of time.

Let there be Light

I see light,light at the end of the tunnel.
A faint beam of light in a dusky cave.
The rays weren't bright....Nor were they intense
Did I really see Light or was it phantasmagoria ?

I see light, light at the end of the tunnel.
Light that imbues buoyancy in me
Light that restores my faith
Light that injects courage into my anaemic veins.

I saw that light, light at the end of the tunnel.
After a long spell of darkness-
Darkness, that had eclipsed this optical conduit.
The psyche in me underwent a change from obscurity to clarity.

I wallowed in the glory of having perceived that light
I savoured that moment of having witnessed that spectacle -
Light waves creeping through the anfractuouos crevices of that long tunnel
I exulted, when I realized that I had discovered HOPE.

Let there be LIGHT...


P.S : My poetry writing skills are going down the drain. Sorry for this pathetic attempt. I wanted to prevent this blog from dying and decaying. That's the reason why I wrote this derisory piece. This is what I call Amphigory.

P.P.S : Please forgive me if I have done any punctuation errors. I am pretty bad at punctuations, especially when it comes to poetry writing.