Tuesday, November 07, 2006

Public Speaking

Main lights off. Spotlight on you.
Audience waits with bated breath.
After the forever wait comes the opportunity
Brilliant speech will cause certain death.

Wit and humour. You have plenty.
Set cue cards down on the stand.
Before the first word, it happens.
Stranger in a strange land.

Bedroom orater succumbs
To the most common of fears
Hush now, don't try to cry
No one will wipe the tears.

Why did it happen?
Is there no justice my brothers?
Oh grow up stupid child
A victim like the others.

Seems a myth doesn't it
Why so much hype then?
Because it's natural
Lions crawling back to the den.

Take it in your stride
Get over it if you can.
Public or private
Fear is your fan.

Audience is not the only cause
That, too well we know.
Even with the closest ones
Sometimes our feelings don't show

Whichever way you wish to succumb
Learn to come out on top.
Go forward in reverse
Jump, Skip and Hop.

2 comments:

Asavari said...

is it just me or is this poem very reminiscent of a chainwala disaster a while back....

hmmmmm....


dont rhyme... thats my adivice... makes any theme of poetry look childish unless handled with utmost care...

i get what you're trying to say perfectly but i don think poetry is a good means - write in the form of an essay - would be a lot more humurous...

just some thoughts... i know u r mature enough to handle criticism just as i yearn for it from u...

where r the humourous pieces boss??!!
where is that killer sarcy/pun-ny humour of yours that i love so very much....

channelise it here or ELSE!!

or else i shall the reaper to give u a royal smiting... lol

Asavari said...

wait....
u have a stable internet connection... you have a few minutes of time on ur side every day....

why dont u blog more often...

hmmmmph...