To my girlfiend/mom/sister: A multipurpose poem for every occasion

I love the way you look at me
I love it when you stare
I love it when you catch my eye
and tell me that you care

I like it when you pat my head
and when you ruffle my hair
and when you peck 'n my cheek
or when your dreams you share

I love it when you put my head
on your lap with love so deep
and hum a tune a soothing refrain
to lull me into sleep

I love your smile when you smile at me
I love it when you frown
I love it when you dress me up
and make me look like a clown

I like when you cuddle up
and watch 'th me a late night movie
or when you make us some cold coffee
giving me reason to BE.

I like the way you fume and swears
on all around you hurl
& pay from ur purse for all our dinners
& save me from advances of others

I thank you for making me
love you,love this freakin' life
I thank you for completing me
and hope that you shall get me
A beautifully scintillating wife [;P]

But most of all I love you most
When i happen to let you down
and you pick me up from the dust
and say "Its all right my dear".

Quest for a beautiful coPassenger

Disclaimer: The poem below is a result of one of our wing bullas.As u can very well see,all's not well with IITK....

Is it a jinx on me, a witches' curse?
or vvoodoo from tanzania,perhaps from Tuten's hearse
but why oh why do i never
ever ever ever
stumble into a propinquititious setting ?

Do i smell foul or my hair's askew
maybe 't houses lice and mites for all i know
or is it last night's whisky that puts you off
for u beautiful lady up your nose and down u scoff
and so i never ever ever ever
stumble into a propinquititious setting ?

In lectures i follow thy daily trail of seats
the throne you adorned but a day earlier
and always belying my predictions y'all
sit 13 chairs away.So tell me dear
why i never ever ever ever
stumble into a propinquititious setting ?

As nonchalantly as possible,me picks my seat
at local movie shows,hoping to get you b'my side
to reach out for me out of fright
but no,a baldie snuggles on my arm
midway thru the show.Care to explain
why i never ever ever ever
stumble into a propinquititious setting ?

Before boarding trains ,the apprehensive pangs are at best
as i scan the passenger manifest
for female co-passengers of age 23ers
give or take half a decade or 5 years
But alas i am sandwiched in M's galore
and F40s and F5s and F60s and more
Please y'all tell me
why i never ever ever ever
stumble into a propinquitious setting ?

And when God does bestow this companion precious
He does so with strings attached
Strings..Huh more like a spider's prey cobwebbed
Her parents or worse yet her beau wit'er latched

So,for once i pray do sit not yonder
come sit nxt to me no more ponder
in all probbability i will gawk and hum
tuneless tunes along my ipod sung
but 'tleast i can dream along
knight in armour stories or perhaps a song
But put an end to this jinx of mine
oh Now thaaat should make it all fine.

Transient friendships: Do they even mean a thing?

You were together for but a week
and 4 score people at that too
and friendships and 'Miss-u-too's pepper your
remembrances
No doubt rosy and lovely
but ain't it
all passing through like the transient wave
in the ocean that strikes the shore and dissolves?
One of the thousand pics in your album?

Whats a week you say?
Bonds are forged but in a minute
Friendships need but a talk to be cast
like a metal that seeks its mould
as effortless and aesthetic
but metal solid nevertheless

But the oceans that span across
like an insurmountable crevice that separates
friends,all well meaning but
well nigh powerless to cross the vast stretches
nevertheless?

For our friendships knows not geography
nor the conflicts that spatter our mutual history
and though fate weaves our life threads intertwined
but at one point in space -time
we know that in the grand scheme of things,
we can count on each other.

Meet though u might
never can it be the same
for that magic is lost forever?

Truth it is what you say
But truth 'tis not
for the magic of the moment
is lovely because it is fleeting
and is cherished because
it cant be ever recreated.
But when we do cross
each others path
there will be a magic of its own
a beauty overshadowing its predecessor.