Spring Comes Once In Seventeen -- by Radhika Dash

My years of summer sun are wasted yet,
In boredom, labour, tears and fret.
What I’ll be is what I’ve been,
But spring comes once in seventeen.

I shut the door on the sunny clime.
Telling myself, “some other time”.
I let the caressing wind pass me,
Without letting lose my ecstacy.

It billows into linen and I behold,
No more than a glimpse of the beauty they hold.
Blue skies rise over one and set
But my years of sun are wasted yet.

My tears of toil and quest, promise
There shall be brighter days than this
But todays soft hues shall never be seen
For spring comes only once at seventeen.

Cuz Blue Jeans Fade

I had the hardest time picking a pair of jeans,
I had half heartedly selected one.
Mom was on her way to get it billed,
And that was when i saw you....

I stopped n stared,
Felt the connection instantly.(N guess you did too)
Denim, straight cut, regular fit, wrangler
I bought u for a discount at central

oh blue jeans i wore you everyday,
had no particular reason ever to change.
My life, my thoughts were running in a loop,
The monotony best signified by you.

Minutes turn into hours,
N i wait, for the night,
But before i know, its dawn,
N the wait has to start all over again.

I wake up to a fresh new day,
Which turns out no different from its previous.
My hope for the one to follow going a shade fainter,
Though not once i complain,remain stupefied by the procedure.

Two years have passed,
n you too have faded with me,
I know its time to part, but i cant.
Nostalgia for a time so dark,Holds me down.

I fought with the world that objected,
Refused the lucrative discount at central.
N so my blue jeans,I wear you everyday.
Not for the oul’ times, but cuz i cant think of a reason to change............

We meet and we pass

Was walking down the hill along a high wall,
that cast a shadow on my path,
though scores of vents it had with time,
it never let the sunshine through.

I tried yet again to see what lay beyond,
That massive obstruction concealing the landscape,
And as i turned ,was when i saw you,
As you came up the hill.

I tried hard not to stare ,
And let my thoughts go astray,
All the time we spoke you seemed to find something
Intresting in ur toes to smile at.

Afterward i went past what u had passed,before we met,
and u what i had passed.
All that remained was the footprints we ,
Had drawn in the summer dust,
Which with time would blow away...........

The Chemistry Bitch

The night was young, moon was high,
And out she came clad in a see through shirt.
A stained stocking up her thigh,
And a tight leather, double slit skirt.

She submits to several dogs at a time,
Thus clearly is a whore.
Those who get a 19 in their viva,
Are the ones she gets to score.

She lights a smoke,
Leans on the night lamp.
Her right leg bent at the knee.
A half smile of a soap opera vamp. (creasing the chalk of her face)

Jumping from should I or should I not,(there i stood)
I wondered what life would mean.
Made my decision, crushed my ideals,
And came back with a fifteen.

COMMENTRY:
The chemistry bitch refers to this teacher we have in our lab who gave me a 15 after i answered most questions correctly. The last paragraph clarifies that its not ur chemistry skills shes judging but ur skills in the bed. My believing that just sleeping with her would get me a 20 in the initial lines did not work out. I sucked n so did my “score”.