What job would I do for free?I say Noneand never free Why do something at first place?and that too for free? I have a sane mindand not a muddle headfrom Petushkie if its a jobit can’t be funand to do it for freeis a wrong plea If it was to dreamI would do it forfreeContinue reading “Not the man from Petushkie”
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Morning ritual
up in the morningmatching the sun quick stretchoff the bedgo for a run splashingthe imageof the morning sun on the cool wavesyet untouchedby warm rays of the sun is what I alway wishI must do as I hitthe snoozeand dream some more
What makes me Me
in the mirrorwho elsecan i see a thoughta feelall that is me my aspirations, my dreamswhat I alwayswanted to be my memories, my regretshow I wantedit to be in the path I traveled and on many pathI would never be the jumbleso uniquethat’s what makes meMe it’s mewho elsecan i be
My Day
If you could have something named after you, what would it be? There is a Sundaya Monday a Tuesday a Wednesday, Thursday and Friday toothere even is a SaturdayWhy can’t weadd one My Day
What makes me laugh
I make the worldto live a lifeand enjoy and then I feel hurtand cry start believingmy own lie and then I wonder what will happenwhen I die and thatmakes me laughandsometimes cry
New dawn
The new dawn waits for sunriseThe grey sky lingersThere is promise in the day
Saying no to this and that…
Not thisnot thatnone of this thisthat and all of this to get,is nothingThere is only nothing to giveis everything what is there to keep what would remainif I said noto everything there, wherethere is nothing will be Me
Rains
What is your favorite type of weather? it’s Rains when it poursfrom heavensto earth when under dancing feetthere is a happy splash when umbrellas spring to lifeof many colours when rivulets are fullwith naughty water when earthsmellsearthy when the wetnessis thereand here too
Tattoo on the heart
Needle pierces skinBlood dries black on broken heartThe mark remains there etched #haiku
the word that describes me
if there was a wordthat describedwho I am it would arisefrom the abyssthat I am the unheard shoutthat, what will echois the one, I am the grossand the shadowthe light, I am whispering windthe cool breezethe fragrance, I am in the worldI have become dirty otherwise, pure I am A word that meansa word thatContinue reading “the word that describes me”
My Tales Within 