Pirette - My Friend

Pierette, my friend

My k9 companion and best friend;

I can completely trust him till world’s end.

Partly human in mind and partly doggie,

Don’t be surprised, he’s easily scared by even a little froggie!

He listens to me patiently, occasionally tilting his head;

He’s my daily alarm, waking me up by jumping into bed!

Eye’s that twinkle with love and mischief,

He & me are most of the time engaged in lovable tiffs!

A tail that resembles a white feather;

He simply HAS to go for a walk.. even in th e most dampest of weather!

Full of life n bubbling with energy;

I lovingly call him “pieretty”!

A scaredy cat if I ever saw one;

He’s my parent’s adored son!

A package deal of fun n frolic;

He’s an attention seeker and every gathering’s topic!

The Assumption

The Assumption

I’m fake as a smile that is half-hearted;

I’m clumsy as a person who’s fingers are buttered.

I’m ruthless as a slayer who is heart-less;

I’m ill-tempered, fiery-tongued and manner-less.

I’m just an assumption;

Not a true reflection.

I introduce myself..

As  jealous observation.

                                                 - Prerna tarika diwaker.

Constant Companions

Constant Companions

We three;

We’re not crowd;

And neither company!

My echo;

My shadow;

And me!

Sticking by me through thick and thin;

Comforting me within.

Watching me fail silently;

Rejoicing over my small triumphs.

Watching my spirit soar,

Like a swallow in spring;

And then watching them crash’

Like the waves on the rocks.

Helping me take decisions in parting ways;

Providing me confidence in all my little endeavors.

Thus is the story;

Of my echo, my shadow and me!

                                                    - Prerna Tarika Diwaker

The Game Called "LIFE"

The Game Called "LIFE"

It ain't all that rosy,

It ain't all that nice;

It ain't definite,

It ain't precise.

It's a land of guns 'n' roses,

It's a bed of thorns;

It's filled with blames and lies,

Hipocrisy and scorn.

It's the game called 'LIFE'

The living nightmare,the reality;

It's your's to shape,

whether you make it or break it through -

SUCCESSFULLY

- Prerna Tarika Diwaker.

Limerick of the 1700’s

Limerick of the 1700’s


Romeo went to Juliet with a sweet smelling rose;

But Juliet had a runny nose!

Romeo rose, and took to his toes;

As juliet’s nose was acting like a hose!

Juliet sat watching romeo taking to his toes;

Unable to speak or scream as her throat was hoarse!

Such is an end..

To a tale of woes!

                                           

                                               - Prerna Tarika Diwaker

Career Contemplations

Career Contemplations

As the years keep passing by;

My fluctuating thoughts continue to fly.

Own desires seem hard to suppress;

But my parents too have to be impressed!

‘This or that, where to go?!’

It’s as puzzling as identifying a disguised foe!

Pitchforks in pathways,

Sleep-less nights & endless days!

My dreams – MBBS,CLAT,CPT,AIEEE;

Don’t seem to let me free!

Yet, I noe.. if I do these;

A lot of people I would surely please!

Or should I heartily let my feet glide,

And leave the others desires aside?

‘This or that, where to go?’

It’s a series of contemplations;

Deathly slow!

Like a creeper growing day by day;

My thoughts, all the more, continue to stray.

My peers have chosen their way;

It’s only I, who am confused, till today!

I go all out, looking for advice;

But they never seem to suffice!

‘This or that, where to go?’

Till now..

The answers never seem to show!

                                          - Prerna Tarika Diwaker & Mahima Sashank