I Write a Day


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I Write a Day

Black angel

From the Mockingjay kingdom

Brought the delightful morning

By making a cup of coffee using memorandum;

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I highlighted the absence of her

Attaching few drops of tears,

But she didn’t listen

And kept on making blood smears;

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The waking up part was not so fancy,

It cracked the moon inside me.

I lied and cried for the twisted tale,

She poured a glass of wine beneath this half-grown tree;

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I could have tried much harder

To reap the seed in a much better way,

I tossed up the coin under the blessing of her,

“Yet another choice, for just another day!”

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Emotion Turned Orange


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Second and final chapter of Emotion turned black Click here .

Emotion Turned Orange

I knew this would come to my basket

But, will you sing this with me on a rhyme?

I happen to know the secret

So, will you spell my peculiar ‘S-M-I-L-E’?

 

I am kind of straight forward

So just simply answer it clear, why?

My busyness will be processor for success jar

Will you teach me how to amplify?

 

Back in the past,

When my black emotion turned blue

I seek for happiness inside

Where I found all flamboyant coloured friends, it’s true!

 

I raised my ‘rum-pum’ sense of music

And geared up my ‘rushed up’ leg on the floor

First they stared at me but later joined the party

That’s how an elegant tinker tale teller was born.

 

Eventually, I hugged the rainbow

Took out the tiny elusive brush, amen!

Paint my reason yellow

And dip my emotion in orange

Now, I, a busy man,

Full of drama,

Living a passionate life,

Never have time for trauma!

Paint The Emotion Black


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Paint The Emotion Black

I don’t want to pry

But will you tell me the reason?

I have no money to buy

But will you sell me the emotion?

 

I kind of lost the connection

Will you help me to find out why?

My simplicity gives me complexion

Will you teach me how to comply?

 

Back in the past,

Suddenly, I was kicked from the friendship tree,

I kept on smiling to let them take me back

But they never had time to listen to my plea.

 

On the tip of musical chanter

My words got out of sync, ah sweet!

They judged the whole scenario dubiously,

Instantaneously started calling me creep.

 

Eventually, I leapt myself up

And searched for the magic colour,

I painted my reason blue

And mixed my emotion with black dropper.

Now, I, a simple man,

Out of eagerness,

Living a normal life

In the numbness.

Second Chapter Emotion turned Orange click here