It’s time to **** the webinar..
I think I'm gonna throw up
In a world of haves and have-nots
Was where we always ended up.

People are always asking me, 'how're you?
But I don't think that they really want to know..
Let me ask you instead, 'you really want to know how am I without you???'

Wasting time,
In trying to rhyme,
Useless words,
Ain’t no crime..
I feel good when I do that,
Because you are my dopamine..

I was stalking when you weren’t talking,
Now that you’re talking, I ain’t stalking.
Now we’re back to our harmless chatting..
But if you really wanna know if I was or am still stalking?
I’ll tell you that I ain’t a stalker but a poet,
Who believes in feeling and then writing..
And let the words do the talking..
That’s how I survived the last three years when you were not replying..
And while you say you’re being stalked,
All I am doing is the following:
Making sense of your words and mocking
And trying to remain calm while replying.
Wish you’d do it too sometime,
Then we can can meet up and start talking..

As I lay awake at half past one in the night,
Staring at my smartphone emitting a bright light,
I can’t seem to think, the words are slow in coming,
The bright light is piercing and penetrating.


The smartphone is not so smart, after all..
It doesn’t have :
The warmth of your voice ,
The softness of your lips ,
The tenderness of your touch..
The magic of your gaze,
Which sets my eyes ablaze...

But the million dollars question is..
With a phone not so smart, I’m afraid ..
How do I connect to the ‘Disconnected’ ?
And disconnect from this clutter in my head ?
Try to think about sleep instead ..
And not about what you had said:

You’re not my medicine, you’re my muse,
If you still don’t get it, all this is of no use.
I’m already imagining us
Spending the evening on a lovely cruise...

Sleep eludes me, evades me, escapes my eye
I can’t fall asleep, however hard I may try
I feel so helpless, I can almost cry
There’s nothing more miserable than the feeling that you’re alive when you so badly want to die...

My life ***** because
I fall asleep with great difficulty and
I fall in love easily..

I think my life would be better if
I fell asleep easily and
not fall in love so soon..

Then I ask you, “I feel I have fallen in love and I’m falling asleep easily; this’ good, isn’t it?” You look at me with a smile and you say, “no, it is because you’ve fallen sick and taking those pills...”

I really need to sleep :)

It's one am....

I lie awake next to you, thinking about 'you'
You just made love to me but I was thinking about 'you'
Wish 'you' thought about me too....at least sometimes,
Then I'd be sleeping peacefully next to 'you' and dream about 'you'..

Life's so complicated!

It's simple but not easy,
I am romantic but not crazy.
I wish I had been a little choosy,
Then my life would have been nothing but rosy.
You must be thinking why am I sounding breezy,
Saying such lines which are cheesy,
And disturbing you when you are so busy.
You want to get some sleep and you're already dizzy.
To you, it might seem a little hazy,
But you don't want to come out as nosey,
And you want us to remain cozy,
One wrong move can be lousy.
So, you smile and say, "she's simple but it's not going to be easy!!!"

My Samyu, I send you this note,
My best wishes to keep you afloat,
Hear my feelings for you that I wrote.
Mummy's darling, papa's little girl,
licking an ice-cream with a vanilla swirl.

I was told by a little bird,
Yes, it is true, here's what I heard-
Samyu is so sweet, in a word,
Suave beyond description, a sight to behold.
And as you turn another year old,
I wish you warm sunshine and breeze which is cold.


Hope your birthday is a great one.
Filled with a whole bushel of fun.
Chocolates, cherries, and the glistening sun.
And I hope that you know,
Wherever you go,
There's someone who cares for you a great ton.


PS: I hope you have a beautiful life

When I miss you, I write,
I don't know what else to do.
This point may now seem obvious and trite,
Strange, how my life has begun anew.

Strange, how my life has begun anew,
but there is clearly something wrong with you.
I dunno what will it take for you to respond,
Mate, we are wasting some precious seconds.

Mate, we are clearly running out of time,
I wanna be yours and make you mine.
So, come with me in this evening divine,
Lets leave our footprints in the sands of time..

U r on my mind all the time,
I dont try too hard to make words rhyme.
Ur perfumes all I can smell,
Even in my dreams, I can really tell.
My eyes light up upon seeing u,
My heart skips a beat or a two.
Am I becoming a teen or is this mid life crisis?
I will tell u tomorrow when I c u as sun rises...

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.

Although distant; yet close,
Sometimes rude; sometimes nice.
What I really think of u is that,
You are a sugar cookie coated with spice.

There were days when I felt low, 
There were days when I felt sad,
But talking to you always cheers me up
And I end up thinking-‘life is not that bad’

We have had our arguments,
We have had our fights
But one thing will never change,
Try as hard as you might.

You may move, i may move,
We may end up living very far
But I will always have your back,
No matter where you are!!

You are a movie buff,
while I waste my time away.
Boy oh boy, this really is tough
Not to tell u random things the entire day

I dunno what's in it for me,
Or why do I like it so much.
Talking about absolutely random things,
That no one seem to care as such...

I know you'll tell me to take it easy,
But it's you who I've to thank.
While talking about these random things,
I got my poetry back!!!!