Tuesday, October 5, 2010

No Regrets

She was with a friend, when we were out one night.
There was a spark, and the moment felt right.

I got bold and she was on fire.
She touched my lips and unleashed a desire.

Soon, she became every breath of mine.
With her, I was always on a smoky cloud number nine.

Every moment I craved for her,
Countless moments I saved for her.

Soon occurred to me, she had to go.
As I was reaping, what I did sow.

My friends and family parted with me.
As I was an addict and the reason was she.

Parting was difficult, difficult as hell.
But was ringing hard, the danger bell.

She left me with a longing, longing for more.
Often in desperation I went knocking, door to door.

Now when I see her touching someone else’s lip.
I feel her need and loose my grip.

I have to say it out loud, say it without regret.
I badly miss you my

Pradeep Soni

Thursday, June 17, 2010

applied mathematics !

Two plus two is not always four
is what tells the folklore.

For the squreroot you have to dig deep,
the answer just isn't in the paper leaf.

Astronomical numbers cannot define emotion's measure,
There isn't a formula for everyone's pleasure

If a sum implies miracle is wrong,
don't work on it too long.

But mathematics can help life too,
you can use it to subtract your life's blue.

Add your laughter, divide everyone's pain,
multiply your love and its all ten on ten.

pradeep soni


She came with a storm and i was a wreck.
The moment was here, and she trickled down my neck.
She drenched me good from head to toe.
When i wanted more, she had to go.
All that was left were the hanging black clouds.
She was never seen and i was in doubts.
She teases me with her cool breeze,
but never will i trust her again.
I hope you understand this endless pain,
i was talking about the Ahmedabad rain.

pradeep soni

mice demise !

My friend was bearing, as he was a little mouse,
soon he moved in with his sweet tiny spouse.

Then my friend couldn't sleep all night,
as they squeaked too often and were only out to fight.

He tried to lure them with some cheese and bread,
but was shocked to see as they had little ones to be fed.

On the notes of mercy, the song went on.
The mice kept squeaking, all nite till dawn

The mice ate up all the cheese and bread,
and bit down the house to shred.

My friend constructed his own demise,
but left me with a piece of advice.

If you have a house,don't keep a mouse,
if so, don't ever let him move in with his spouse.

If so and the sound of squeaking becomes very active,
the mice don't understand a thing about contraceptive.

pradeep soni