Verse: Life becomes so easier when… You have some great people in my life: Who actually care about you, Who put you before themselves or anyone else; Who are your instant mood enhancers, Who never fail to bring a smile on your face — every single time, Who light up each one of your drab,
After a season of long, hard graft, It is time for some downtime And drink some deserved lemon, bitters and lime. With the jolly Xmas bells ready to chime, It is the occassion to indulge in favorite pastimes, Watch Christmas movies at primetime, And earn plentiful of free dimes. Ahoy, the glorious Aussie summertime, A
On lonely nights like today, I feel like harking back to yesterday, While jumping forth to morrow. As I long nostalgically for the hallowed past, I regret not having romantic company in the present, All the same imagining a curiously frisky future. The old me was the mellow kind, The current me, reeking with all
On one hand, I am trying to move ahead in the world, On the other hand, I am emotionally held back by the lack of companionship. On one hand, I am trying to project that I don’t need anyone, On the other hand, I am always searching for that special someone. On one hand, I
The brimful Box was beyond exhaustion, It couldn’t handle constricted spaces anymore, It had interesting things to show, And pent-up ideas to grow. The busied milieu had become such a rut, That it had become impossible for the Box to make the cut; It had been a long time since it had last vented its
Worthless facts I detest alot, Abitrary numbers I see no sense cramming, Theoretical trash, that is better off thrashed, But, 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.
The searing heat is still on, But the debilitating dust is all but gone; The threat has been reduced to nada, But there still remain small pockets of adversarial armada; The traffic and commotion have altogether vanished And the surroundings now seem more or less polished; Hardships have decreased manifold, And pain is now slowly
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,
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 an overnight witch Instead of your hoped-for magnate, rich; So, no matter how bad
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 at others, Life in Melbourne has perpetually been a tribulation of the
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