Exam blues

There's nothing like a test or exam to get the poetry vibes flowing. I wonder why that is. We students would do anything to put off the inevitable - like organizing midnight junk food parties in hostel rooms, rediscovering old friends we haven't talked to for years or simply, sitting down to write a novel whose plot has been floating around in your head for want of initiative to put pen to paper. An exam comes along, and boom! A switch turns on in your head that says 'This sounds like a crazy idea. Let's do it!' I have an exam tomorrow afternoon, and here I am, learning to knit a scarf, and updating my almost-brand new blog, all at the same time. I have no clue why I didn't do either of these things before tonight, but that's just how it is.

Tea Time

Tea time is a ritual
A time when friends gather
And ramble along paths amidst the woods
Enjoying the breeze.
Perhaps the setting sun
Would have a look in
And dye the sky
In luxuriant hues
As we sit sipping tea
With a sweet bun on the side
Conversation's the main course
Served at these short walks
To the tea shop
Before long,
It's time to hurry back
And get inside
Before the bell rings,
Signaling the much detested curfew hour.
I look forward to tea time everyday
Sweet moments of freedom
And companionship
Steady as the tide
That ebbs and flows
On the seashore
 

The Love Equation

    
If I plotted Love on a graph sheet
What would it look like?
(The expression of love as a mathematical expression -
Does it
Sound sensible?
Or incongruous
Like the sight of you and me
Holding hands
Would be?)
Would it go
Up      Up      Up      Up
   Down  Down  Down
Like the beat of my heart
Trying to match the rhythm of yours
Or
Would it be an arc
A perfect curve
Eternally lifted up
In a sassy smirk?
No.
I rather think
It'd be a jagged scar
Running right across
Ripping the surface in two
Breathing ragged
Heaving sobs
Silent
A soul as lonely
As the axes
Which meet but once
At the origin,
And then
Nevermore.