Worst you may not have
The best you might not get
But get to think of those and behave
…those things you use and forget.

Crying for the other peoples loss,
Somehow yawning at the self in half.
Stop worrying about the others cause,
Begin a day with a happy mind full of laugh

No one would follow
On the path you took
There is no friend on your list so mellow
“Least...” caring to give a second look

Make someone joyous,
For if he is feeling a little down.
That will be the moment you’ll rejoice
And will savor it forever till the rest of the dawn.

Still it will not be the life of the sage,
Somehow only the moments will get the count
So remember to enjoy every second of your wage
And don’t let the tension mount.

Time is flowing, the pace is fast.
I am standing still, not wanting it to last
When I want the most of it
It just slows down
How can I run along on my feet?
It makes me look like a clown.

Looking at the clock;
…It is half past eight.
Had some more sleep on that nice comfy dock,
Woke up with a thud: “Oh my god; I am already late.”

Took the jar filled with H2O,
Splashed it all over my face,
Burned some of the toast too,
Just forgot to tie my lace.

Run, run catch up with time
The clock is ticking
Meetings are arranged to earn big dime
But I am stuck here in a jam, Screaming and kicking.

Constantly watching the thing tied to the wrist,
Hoping for it to stop!
That damn thing had to break in the middle of this mist,
“Surely” the boss is going to hammer me a big nice drop.

Still I don’t know why time is important
‘Without it,’ “life would have been better
“Sorry.!!” got to go, I have to submit this ‘already late patent,
And for the last’ time’ my love is waiting, near a club called ‘hater?!?!?’

Words are few; but I’ll tell.
Nothing is new; for this merchant to sell.
Dreams are my passion; “they seem obvious.”
Distributing some of my mansion; for among those who threads ever so cautious.
A million things are for me; within the space of this earth.
Please have them from me; just sit next to my berth.
I get influenced by the ‘Ford. That you keep.
“But still”...I have my ‘Royce, within which I don’t sleep.
Things are things; they don’t matter.
Get the slings; let’s remove this clutter.
‘Hunger for more;’ is only sometimes good.
The cause of the sore; let just say “it is not the food.”

A stranger decided to be, a friend for me.

I didn’t know her, neither did she,

So ’.Stranger’ is the word that came to me.

She knew me better, so did I?

How wonderful it is to meet a stranger’ so sly

Our tastes were same, so were our food.

That must be why …we together were so good.

 The stranger didn’t lie, I didn’t complain.

She had a story mine was so plain.

We wondered how we never meet.

…never decided to greet.

All this while we were strangers,

 The strangers to be…!!! 

We laugh and we cry,

 But we always share the moments of joy

One cannot see the other in the dark shade of light

“I’ll be honest” we sometime had our fights.

 This is what brings us closer, closer to our hearts.

We are individuals with tastes different apart.

I care for the stranger, she cares for me too

We never understand the things that we should do.

Comfort of each other we never knew,

The feeling of loneliness is far from new.

I call her stranger, so does she.

That is why,  we are’ strangers’ to be.

Like a soothing curve and an unending nerve,
You had me on the edge of the constant verve.
With a cryptic sauce or of little loss,
That must have been the deed of the cause.
No hand enough to calm the beast,
Everything is in sight, to say the least.”
Chaos grooving with the sound of thunder,
‘Take it’… something is in blunder.
Having said things ‘over and over’
“People!” do run for cover.
Vein disrupting at the sight of churn
Setting the house to fire, that never was to be burn.
“Hating, loathing, kicking, screaming.”
And the laughter of joy came back beaming.