“There are some things money can’t buy; for all others, there is Master Card,” – This punch line always got me thinking on how effortless fulfilling your materialistic desires is made to sound. Well, who do they think pay for the Master Card, their in-laws? But, I guess each one of us at one point or the other in life has taken shelter under the fiscal umbrella called credit cards that sure convinces to save us from the teary rain showering from the eyes, if unmanageable, from the nose too :-); but not for long though :-).
To get to the point, all our desires and yearnings are accompanied with a price to pay, not necessarily money; it could be anything from losing something precious in return, causing an emotional imbalance, spending a lot of money that you don’t possess in the first place, or for a change if you crave for something easily achievable, you might end up being happy as well.

However, happiness always seems to be short-lived, coz what you achieve easily is not what you actually pine for in most cases :-). Being content and happy is never really the goal, is it? Being in a constant state-of-hope is something that coerces our existence. And rightly so, hunger for something you can’t get a bite of straightforwardly is what makes life interesting and challenging!

Someone has fittingly said, “Make up your mind to act decidedly and take the consequences. No good is ever done in this world by hesitations.” If you want something, go get it; but without hurting/harming someone else in the process. Desires are like the cake you want to keep and eat as well, be careful not to be left with a rotten cake, not good to be kept or eaten :-).

My poetic fetish of late is actually yearning for a poetic take on the topic and here it goes:

The heart meanders from pole to pole,
Seeking the unfeasible takes its toll.
It sprints, it leaps and it takes a stroll,
Stubbornly so till it torments the soul.

What makes one happy is a treasure unknown,
It could be peace, love or some precious stone.
With zeal, grit and will of your own
Fulfilling your desire is not an unreachable zone.

Yearning for something you want the most,
Is not wrong till you recognize your coast.
While satisfying your yen, don’t hurt the host,
Enjoy the feeling and call for a toast!

- Swetha Krishnan

Waking up on a cool and murky day,
Wondering why wouldn’t the alarm delay.
Struggling, snuggling and cuddling away,
The clock won’t budge, to my dismay.

Rising sun begets no signs of heat,
Summer it is, who would remind the cheat.
Pacifying myself to stop hiding from this deceit,
A fresh, hot cup of coffee sure feels like a treat.

Sweltering & simmering temperature is not the ask,
In a warm, shining, summery day can we bask.
Why is what we desire such a disagreeable task?
The orange/yellow halo is only a devious mask.

Fragrant blooms and colorful butterflies allure,
Tranquility of the warm sand beaches never fail to assure.
Is this the end of a beautiful season, I am unsure
Oh holy Sun God, you are the only true cure!

The scent of earth from a lush green lawn,
Reminds me of the beautiful summer dawn
What a great feeling being outdoors bring on,
Hope lingers, summer can’t be gone!

- Swetha Krishnan

What could be a better start to the day (sarcasm galore) than getting an email from this friend of mine with an exclusive poem for me...hold your breath, this ain't hunky-dory or mushy mushy...you gotta read it to believe it!

Friend:
“Roses are red; violets are blue
Monkeys like you should be kept in the zoo.
Don't feel so angry, you will find me there too
Not in a cage but laughing at you.”

Here it gets interesting when the two bloggers (my friend & I) start realizing that we have this hidden poetic talent and the innate urge to exploit this endowment to the best of our abilities on a cool and gloomy day! So, I thought to myself, why should I be left behind…here’s my fitting answer :-)

Me:

"Roses are red; violets are blue,

Fools like you don't have a clue.

How I wonder what I will go through,

Talking to you can only cause serious flu.”

I ain't exactly sure as to what my friend was thinking when he read this, but his poetic retort said it all – he was actually loving this and took on the creative challenge in style :-)

Friend:
“Roses are wilting; violets are dead,
Sugar is lumpy like your head.
Don’t be mad, don’t be blue
Frankenstein was a moron too.

Roses are red; violets are blue,
I made this poem up while sitting up on the loo!!”

This now became a question of “who is better” and “how can I prove I am better”. So, my brain did a little overtime in trying to outshine my dear friend.

Me:
“Roses & violets are meant to bring joy,
Morons like you can only destroy.
I ain’t mad; I don’t need to cry,
For idiots like you leave me high and dry.

Roses might be red and violets blue,
Read this poem and you might forever be in the loo!”

Not only did the verses multiply, the intensity now got bigger and better :-) We called for a war!

Friend:
“Violets turn red and roses turn blue,
A biotechnology disaster creates a big hue.
Scarface came to the rescue;
Roses turned red and violets blue,
But Scarface had fleas and gave them to you.

Then came JV and realized violets are purple,
And maple surple.
To all those morons who still think violets are blue,
Pack your bags and stand next to the loo.

Violets are coy and roses ain't joy,
Learn it the hard way that these ain't any toy.
Roses have thorns,
Not seen by morons.”

The Famous last words had to be mine and here they go!

Me:
“Red roses and blue violets bear the brunt,
Some psycho from hell is on the hunt.
He cares less, he is blatantly blunt,
He is desperately trying to confront.

Stinking shoe is what you chew,
What’s your fetish with the loo?
Like a cat you mew mew,
Its time to take you to the zoo.

Violets might be coy, roses might have thorns,
Flowers like these are great adorns.
I would be glad if you are reborn,
As a special pig with two horns.”

PS: Many thanks to my friend for not only letting me publish this, but also contributing to the blog in a big way :) Thanks JV!