A Girl I Met

This was another that I made at the creative writing competition at Antaragni '11( IIT Kanpur). Though it was only an eight lined poem, it was a really demanding one as it was to be drafted based on certain parameters. 

•   The rhyme scheme was to be ABaAabAB, that is, the first, fourth and seventh line of the poem have to rhyme and similarly for the second and the last line.
•  The poem was based on ASTASIAS, i.e. the first line starts with A, the next with S, then with T and so on

                                      A girl I met, couldn’t help but stare

                              Sober though she dressed, looked very divine

                              The rose red cheeks, on a face milk white

                              And all I could do, was wish we were a pair

                                She noticed me gazing with all my might

                                I saw her smile back; and couldn’t resist

                              Asked her for company, pulled her a chair,

                         She was what I wanted and it was my time to shine

            

The Crimson Trickle

This was one of the three poems and four short stories that I wrote at Antaragni's(IIT Kanpur's cultural fest) creative writing competition, within 180 minutes. There could have been various outlooks to the topic, but I linked it to war. Though I didn't win, this qualifies as one of my fastest poems ever written -> 15 minutes :-)

The crimson trickle that the soldiers shed,

to win a war that was never foresaid;

between two nations which were once one,

cost many a families, their only son.

The reason for war, was never explained,

It was only the blood that was drained;

All because, the men that led,

never really cared about the bloodshed.

Call them audacious, or call them fools,

They used their countrymen as their tools;

Only to support their selfish reason,

Their men lost lives in every season.

All the bitterness that has crept,

the serenity lost and the settlements swept

the innocent children and their constant fears;

have now dried out, like their countless tears.

Should god come, put this in their head,

Or we stand up and say instead;

that all these wars do need to end,

as no one wins, by killing a friend.