Where Are You, Now?


Waiting to Fall In Love Again

Where Are You, Now?

Waiting to see the moon turning blue again

Waiting to pick the flower with the fragrance of moon

Waiting to hear your favourite tune on guitar for the flowery hours

Waiting to fixate my eyes on phone while breaking the guitar

Waiting to go in the rain while dropping tears over the phone

Waiting to live in the moon again after the rain

Where are you, now?

The Rain Song


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Day 11

The Rain Song

Oh droplets, oh droplets!

After all, you found a way

To swing for the Greenland

Through the clouds

From the sky

You let yourself out

To cure the ailment of this Maryland

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A musical chant

Needs to be sung

With everyone including you

For the breezy flower of Magnolia

A tangy fragrance is to be spread

And if forgot the song of this first rain

We all will sing it for you!

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Johnny’s Choice


Johnny's Choice

Day 09

Johnny’s Choice

It seems so confusing

What’s right, what’s wrong?

People have a tendency to follow

See the crowd, quickly get along;

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What if I don’t want to join them,

Instead I prefer to stand right here

“Oh, don’t make a fool of yourself Johnny,

No doubt, they will give you awkward stare;

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The droplets of desire

What you wish to spray,

They will tarnish it

And put you in this ‘fantabulous’ race!

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You still want to move against this stream

By spreading out the dreamy feather,

Supersede the fallacy with your innocence

And tip your toe for big amazement in the devious weather?”

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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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Rainbow in the Room


Rainbow in the Room

Rainbow in the Room

The choice he made,

A price he was meant to pay,

His dignity was on stake,

Still, he had no words to say;

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What was wrong with him?

How far he could go beyond the sky?

Why did he choose rainbow as his destiny?

Someday he would ask himself to learn more, not to defy!

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“The most stubborn kid from the out-lander,

What do you want to prove?”

He smiled and whispered,

“I would like keep this rainbow in my room!”

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An Affectionate Syndrome


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An Affectionate Syndrome

Mystified by the churning totem, oh beauty!

Someone must defy her existence.

What are you, a wonderful serendipity?

In this life, I must magnify your presence.

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I always confine myself to swim in this sky,

Wander naked and whistle for the ‘Mango Tree’.

But given the circumstances, I comply and fly.

Memory makes me want to jump again and be free.

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The dilemma of having you becomes inedible jelly.

Deep inside me, it must implode.

Oh, I still adore you for complementing my wishful journey!

Regret – why didn’t I meet you before?

Ahoy Boy!


He is quite an ‘Ahoy’ boy,

Nuisance in his innocence

Has no sense of woe

Venturing for his essence

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Ideology never excites him

Instead, he visions for new personality

He is an insomniac

Failing on his skills, ah so lazy!

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He knows this indifference,

But dream paints him as crazy

He has to run, run for the mile

Seek for the triumph, eventually

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Oh teacher!

What if he demolished himself

On the path of his eventful journey

What if he chaotically found himself lost

On the verge of his stupidity

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I guess on that day

He would go awry

Try to reason with his misfortune

Tangibly hurt himself for his deficiency

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But hey Teacher!

He will mold himself again

Take blessing for specialty

Hustle for the amiss divine

Oh teacher, just give him the vitality!