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What I Value – The Poem

Worthless facts I detest alot, Abitrary numbers I see no sense cramming in, Theoretical trash, that is better off thrashed, Better, give me a Kafka, Nietzsche or a Nabokov, Appended with logic, brains and a beautiful bow, I promise to devour it like a pirate, Hunting for an invaluable treasure-trove.

Weekend – The Poem

I now realize the importance of a weekend, And can start treating it as a Reverend, Unbeknownst to one and all, The relentless efforts that I put in all the while, Sweating it out, literally, Without batting an eyelid, Succumbing to dark circles for a while, Before giving them the boot, Making every second count,

When Life’s A Bitch – The Poem

Life is a bitch, Karma always precipitates a hitch And could perhaps have you fall into a ditch; It is also not advisable to become a snitch, Whereby even a single glitch Could utterly ruin your sitch And transform you into a overnight witch Instead of your hoped-for magnate, rich; So, no matter how bad

Feelings About Melbourne – The Poem

Consider this not a boast, As it is in no way a toast: When Melbourne has been my host, Practically, every single day has been an incorrigible roast; Taking the form of a crucible of endurance at times, And a game of forbearance during others, It has perpetually been a tribulation of the highest order;

Feelings – The Poem

There comes a time when you just can’t repress your convictions And have to let it all pour out Unmindful of the potential repercussions, Hoping against all hope, That, one day, the truth will come to light — Shaking things to the core — And the virtuous would be acknowledged, Giving the society a new

Parents – The Poem

Ask yourself a question today, Whatever you do the whole day, Who do you do it for? For that special one? For your posterity? Well, these are obvious choices, Now try looking slightly beneath the surface, Notice anything? If not, Just gaze into the mirror for a second, Look at yourself, All tall and grown

Life – The Poem

Life is a race, Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose, Whatever is the case, Just never slow your pace, For – you will always get a chance to hit an ace. There will be times, When you’ll have to endure a winless streak, But, let it not make you meek, Instead, take this as an

Melbourne – The Poem

From the face of it, Life in Melbourne may seem all rosy, But, to be honest, It’s far from a doozy; You grind out the whole day, Yet, at the end of the day, You still still find yourself in dismay; You try and wrap up all your pending tasks, Yet, eventually, You find yourself

Disengage – The Poem

When people try to intentionally disturb you, Disengage, Nothing undermines the attention-seeking personalities of dolts more than not being paid attention to; When people pass remarks about you, Disengage, It has a curious effect of making them look like a big fool; When people criticize you for no reason, Disengage, Nothing frustrates them more than

The Imperfect Man – The Poem

Call me a loose cannon, But I don’t like to walk on eggshells, Call me reticent, But I express myself in my own way, Call me diligent, But I believe God resides in the minutae; A maverick, I might, or might not be, But I absolutely abhor policing of legal thoughts; Being less than perfect,