When you feel that you're worn
Slap down to the bone
With no earthly way
That you can go on

When you feel you can't face
Another day
When the troubles of life
Seem to get in the way

That's when there's a clear
Word from the Lord
The race is not long
Run hard

When the encouragement you need
Seldom is seen
And the courage you have
Escapes from the melee

When you have no more strength
In which to carry
When turmoil and strife
Is all that you see

That's when there's a clear
Word from the Lord
The race is not long
Run hard

When you find that life
Has both a bark and a bite
And you're not sure anymore
That you're able to fight

When most of your time's spent
On wobbly knees
And you come to the point
Where you give up on your "me"

That's when there's a clear
Word from the Lord
The race is not long
Run hard

I dont need any praise from you,
we are stuck together like glue to a shoe.
If still it is not clear to you,
I bequest a piece my poetry to you.

You say I'm headstrong,
you say I am naive.
You say I annoy you,
and then you say I make u smile.

U have an ego like Barrymore Drew,
I am tired of telling what I feel and knew.
And if you still dont know what to say and do,
Just know that I never felt it, till I met you.

Reality is a staircase leading nowhere,
believe me, I am not trying to be Shakespeare
I wanna go to the moon and see everything that's there,
And you are there with me, is all that I care.

Some will say i am confused,
you might say- 'I am insane'.
I'd say this is the choice I am making,
And never able to establish a blame.

The heart wants what it wants,
the mind sometimes may not matter.
Love sought is good,
but given unsought is even better.

If it doesn't snooze on ur phone,
it doesn't exist.
So, I can blather all through the night,
without worrying about being blocked from the list.

Why don't I wanna leave this place?
Why do I like it so much?
My mind wanders, and I start dreaming,
And no one seem to care as such.

It's all good mate, I am taking it easy,
My face has a distinct glow.
Only thing missing is a random conversation (with u),
And perhaps a bottle of Merlot!!!!

I so wanna go home,
And lie down in my bed.
And not think about how much life *****,
Or the awful times coming ahead.

I dunno what I wanna do,
As I sit in my tiny chair.
I did spend a whole night in my bed,
But I am still caught in a fiery vortex of despair.

I so wanna go home to my bed,
Never mind; I am lost in confusion
So, I sobbed and wept in my bed,
In my brain, I feel I could make an incision.

So, I stayed in my bed for the entire year,
I speak, imbibe, roll eyes and mutter.
Purple, Green, Blue or Red,
you might find it dosen't much matter…

You are not my medicine, you are my muse.
If still you don't get it, then what is the use?
U need to take a chill pill with me babe,
Tell her to take you on a lovely cruise...

I can get a camel through the eye of a needle,
Than to explain it to some people,
Why am I bothered by their insouciance,
Yet I keep on taking my chance,
But isn't it better to keep the truth economical??

If someone were to ask me which one do I like better,
Singapore or Xinjiapo?
I'd definitely go with the latter.

In Singapore, the replies are slow,
Filled with an extra dose of nonchalance.
I am more at ease in Xinjiapo,
And can be wicked, if given a chance.

Singapore has busy weekends with curfew,
and I often worry.
Notwithstanding the pressures of the job,
So, it's better to be safe than be sorry.

Although Singapore is closer to me,
And easily accessible by bus or train.
I don't really know if the rendezvous is,
Really worth taking all that pain

Xinjiapo is more fun and cool,
Oh, how I wish I could go back one last time.
to WhatsApp you what I wrote here,
and not necessarily make it rhyme.