Huddle on a sofa,
Watching some TV,
Reading a book,
With a cup of tea;

The wind is blowing,
The hail is thumping against the windows,
Lightning and thunder light up the house,
I thank the god that I am indoors;

Wood burning,
Fire crackling,
The smell of oak
Is so relaxing;

This is what makes my house a home,
This is what fills my heart with hope;

Still sick and tired,
My neck hurts like hell,
My eyes feel fired,
I just want to yell;

The inbox is full,
Need to respond,
To all the emails,
That have spawned;

Greeting colleagues,
Happy to meet again,
Now back to work,
Is this humane?

*Happy Working!

No more tree,
No more lights,
Don’t you agree?
We miss the nights.

The house is empty,
No more embellished,
Everything was hefty,
Still smell the meat was relished.

Can’t hear the bells,
Neither the music,
Nothing else dwells.

An empty dwelling,
That’s all the remains,
There’s no foretelling,
What where the gains.

Two sizes more,
Feel like a boar,
My **** is sore,
Need to run for.

What did I do,
To deserve you?
Why should I be the one,
To call you mom?

Did I lead a perfect previous faith?
Am I a reincarnated saint?

Neither, I am just lucky,
I was brewed in your tummy;

All I know about you,
Is that I am grateful,
That you make my life,
So full;

Being your son,
Is what I do best,
Even if,
I am such a pest;

I love you mom;

You accepted me,
for who I am,
you chose me,
over anyone else;

you are my brother,
I never had,
I need your action,
Where ever I am;

I made you angry,
I made you sad,
You stayed along,
The entire way;

There is no word,
to describe your soul,
All I can say I love you all.

Her eyes are dark,
Like the abyss,
Her Hair is black,
She’s such a bliss;

Lips like cherry,
I’d love to kiss,
And her cheeks,
You wouldn't miss;

I searched for you all my life,
Tried to take you as my wife;

As wild as a tiger,
As fierce as a gale,
Tried to tame you,
To no avail;

Gave you my heart,
Gave you my mind,
You wanted none,
Of what I provide;

You ran away,
I let you slip,
You left me alone,
Biting my lip;

My journey proceeds,
Searching without rest,
I never waver,
From my quest;

Looking around like a bee,
On the search for honey;