The monsoon arrived, the skies turned grey,
Bringing joy to hearts that day.
They lit the fire for fritters and tea,
While we wee fellas ran out in glee.

Drenched in the nectar the heavens send,
Laughing, shouting, without an end.
But times have changed, and memories fade,
No monsoon comes in the way it once played.

No longer the smiles that lit up each face,
Now I’m left out, lost in the race.
I’ve grown up, with work taking its toll,
Forgetting the rain that once filled my soul.

Now I run for shelter, not to get wet,
Golden days I’ll never forget.
Suddenly a splash wakes me with cheer,
Laughter and shouts drift close, then near.

I stand and watch as they rush on past,
Thinking of days that went too fast.
Wishing I could turn back, just for a while,
To live as I did — carefree, with a smile.

Childhood days, carefree days,
Looking for long-lost days.
The fun, the vibe, mischief and smile,
Laughing all day long—it was worthwhile.

Believing in what our elders say,
Taught what be like heaven or hell.
What if I swallow a seed or gum?
The innocence long lost, now numb.

Growing up is a curse,
I wish I could reverse the verse.
To turn back time to my old days,
And live those moments in olden ways.

Growing up is nature's rule,
No one can alter it without a clue.
The memories of childhood live in my heart,
I don't wanna be apart from that part.

Remember this, when days feel tight—
Your conscience often leads you right.
And when the path is out of view,
Just breathe and smile—Hakuna Matata will do.

The darkest night gives way to day,
Storms may pass, but hope will stay.
With just some trust and faith in hand,
You’ll find your ground and firmly stand.

No task is dull if viewed with grace,
There’s fun in even the slowest pace.
So reach the sky, don’t fear the fall,
Your dreams are valid, chase them all.

Behind each cloud, the sky’s still blue,
It waits in silence—just for you.
And if you feel a bit offbeat,
That’s where your soul and purpose meet.

Impossible is just a myth,
A word the timid travel with.
This world’s not distant, cold, or barred—
It’s yours to roam—your own backyard.

Giving up? That’s not your lane.
That’s rookie talk. Stay in the game.
The harder path may bruise your feet,
But it’s the one where triumphs meet.

And when life buries you in gloom,
Be like the flower—rise and bloom.
For those who dare, who push on through,
Will find, in time, their dreams come true.

This night, this moon and along the Riverbank
The air so intoxicating
Making me go wild and frank
With thoughts my heart’s been hiding.

The stars above like diamonds spilled,
Reflect upon the stream,
My soul feels light, my silence filled
With every whispered dream.

The breeze it hums a lover’s tune,
Soft secrets in its sway,
And in the arms of this bold moon,
I drift so far away.

No walls, no masks, just raw and true,
I dance with all I feel—
This night, this moon, the river too,
Have made my spirit heal.

The sun breathes light on morning skies,
Wakes the world as darkness dies.
Soft and warm, it spreads its grace,
Smiling down on every face.

It touches leaves and blooming flowers,
Gives the trees their growing powers.
In its glow, the cold retreats,
Hearts beat strong in golden heats.

Over hills and across the sea,
It paints the world so brilliantly.
Every ray a hope so bright,
Chasing shadows, birthing light.

So when you feel lost or low,
Look where the sunny breezes blow.
The sun still breathes, the day is near—
A brand new chance is always here. 🌞

I want someone to fight for me,  
To stand their ground and never flee.  
To show I’m worth the love they give,  
And not just someone who forgives.  

Not by habit, not by fate,  
But with a heart that won’t hesitate.  
Choose me fully, choose me true,  
Like I would always choose you.