
few drops of freedom
each minute filled to the brim
life hangs in balance

few drops of freedom
each minute filled to the brim
life hangs in balance

Deep sleep
what a blissful state
I wake up
Worries fill the space
In the debate of the best messaging App
We ask…
Who Stole my Data?
We forgot to ask…
Who stole my Time?

lonely nights feel cold
forlorn soul long for warm hugs
heat radiates hope


light shines real
shadow grabs the attention
Love binds me and you
The old book is filled
with some happy
and some sad words
storybook of 2020 is archived
fresh note book arrives
with 365 fresh-smelling pages
Pages waiting expectantly
to be filled with your words
let’s take the new book,
smell the fresh pages
work up a fun appetite
that should last an year,
so that when we look back
at this book of 2021,
we only see a happy story.
Of fun, hope and happiness
Happy New Year

Life
is an infinite experience
Death
is a delusion of finite experience
rhythm strums happy chords
Songs springs like gushing river
happiness resonates

The time is in plenty
It moves pretty slowly
Wedging on the couch
I turn on the telly
Ted Mosby is a romantic fool
Robin realises her folly
Toby leaves for Costa Rica
Micheal Scott gets married to Holly
Glued on Star World,
I am enjoying it, by golly
Old Monk mixed with Coke
The concoction makes me Jolly
Life is moving
sometime fast, sometimes slowly

Two sides of needs
One for the inside
One for the outside