I wonder...

I wonder what you're doing...

I wonder if you're gonna write another one of your poetry,
I wonder if you're thinking about the same thing as me,
I wonder if you're breathing the same air as me,
I wonder if you're laughing at the same jokes as I,
I wonder if you're reading the same book as me,

I wonder if you're ever gonna be my friend,
I wonder if you're ever gonna miss me,
I wonder if you're feeling the same the same tingling sensation as me,
I wonder if you're ever gonna hold my hands,

I write this small poetry just to let you know that I'm waiting, for you...

I wonder what you're doing…

Written by Rishikesh Pande for "You"

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Dead Poet's Society: My Verse Contribution

Note: I recently watched an amazing movie on recommendations from my friends, named, "Dead Poet's Society". It's one of the most inspiring movies, I have watched in 2014 so far.
As Mr. John Keating recites Whitman in the movie, "that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse."

Here, I contribute two verses I wrote during the movie.

1) This verse is about how I felt during a scene where a son, Neil, commits suicide. This is the most horrifying moment from the movie. This scene somehow reminds us of the scene from 3 Idiots where a student commits suicide and Mr. Amir Khan asks this question, "Who killed him?"

As I watched him die, a shivering sensation gripped me…
As I watched him bury, an empty feeling baffled me…
It's a mystery, who killed him really?
Society, friends or enemies?
I watch in disbelief, as his own creator had killed him…

2) This verse is about how a father forces his son to walk on the same path as he has. Although, from father's point of view, he wants his son to have a safe career. But on the other hand, it goes against the will of the son. In this movie, a similar situation is shown where son, Neil, wants to play the character of "pluck" in a play but his father forces him, or at least wants to, quit.

Don't look left, right or backwards
As you are to go Harward, Oxford or MIT…
Don't play "pluck", or sing or write (poetry)
As you are to follow me…
Don't love, feel or experience
As you are a "dead poet" without me…
Don't follow your heart, soul or wisdom
As you are nothing but a "Dead Poet's Society"... 

Written By Rishikesh G. Pande.

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