Song 93 – My trip

Where am I going?
Feeling like I did nothing
but kept rowing.

And when the dear ones
seemingly wondering
started loving and then annoying,

the whole theme changed;
There were more to do
on a bulleted list.

And finally the need of the hour;
that life is all about knowing
it’s a fate, not meant to be missed.

My old mailbox was flowing
when I logged in and saw
how rich has been my mind!

Then and now has been one trip
and wheels could be fast
but I’d be flying if destined.

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Song 92 – Verse

I say, if all that clean verse
can’t save my day, but
I can’t stop to rehearse!

Verse is life, disguise,
but the veil is knit
with words that’s proof I’m wise.

Definitely, job is a thing
that can feed, clothe and means
that I’m officially cruising.

There’re days when I dream
that I can be the writer
who can go beyond and be amusing.

But when it’s time for answers
that my family asks up;
Those’re so practical and terse.

I can still keep under the carpet
what my passion is and has
such good feelings, none to regret.

So if some greatness is left
in the bag of soiled desire
that you can see is unique,

you’re looking at the same guy
who can’t predict but
can tell all that’s fed ain’t what we seek.

So listen what you read out
of the text so carefully written,
has some deep true giveout.

Please love the message,
not the so called brouhaha
that just pretends to be new age.

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Song 91 – Simple

Love is simple.
You meet one; man or woman,
do some talking
on where you love coffee
and ride on a bike or
walk on the alley.
 
Wherever that goes;
the only thing that matters
is that you can’t love;
but love happens
and wind blows to no command
but to nature. So no pretence.
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Song 90 – Writing on a dry day

My lines are filling
for nothing, and yet I think
this is gonna be read.
Who is out there
being amused
when a sad man is trying to lead?!
Roughly every day
I try to break into a smile,
make my pen to bleed!
But who is out there
being composed
when a mad man is trying to lead?!
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Song 89 – Creatives

Oh no, no envy,
or no vanity.
I just have wished
to have some eyes to watch me.
Looking ahead
to make a term that’s drag-free.
If you can like me
and my songs; read me.
If you’re online often,
you may rate please.
My blog has stuff
that’s all creatives.

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Song 88 – Before you

Raining,
before the rain
and its me drenched
like no other.

I can feel
something that’s waiting
to reveal.

Would I think
“why no heavens?”
when there’s more to the mind?

That’s why,
I’m drenched, like no other
before it’s raining
with everyone lagging behind.

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Song 87 – An Adam’s Rib

Don’t dump it yet,
that’s an Adam’s rib;
but she won’t believe in it; I bet.

Don’t lose it,
that’s your best part,
once turned to a lady hard to neglect.

Let’s make it a charm
that men can praise
and let a wise man earn his prospect.

Don’t dump it yet,
that’s an Adam’s rib;
the finest tool to keep and protect.

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