Moisty-mist on the sill,
The morning has come
There's no light still.
The winters are here
And I... feel the chill.

My breath is warm,
The air around cold
Dry season's balm
Makes me feel old.
I wish, I could, I will.
But I... feel the chill.

Body tight in blanket,
Eyes peeping around.
I look, I try, I fumble
Without making a sound.
The world's silently working
As if they took some pill
But me, I am struggling!
The task's too uphill.
So, I close my eyes and slumber
Coz I...feel the chill!

Days when you want to lay back
With your favorite drink by your side
And a book in your hands
And you just indulge into it

Are the best days

I am greeted by morning singing.
Of birds too soon. My head is spinning.
Through the window the cold wind is visiting.
I shiver, wishing that the night wasn't so limiting.
For I wish to return to my peaceful dreams.
A different world, where nothing is what is seems.
But alas duty has called upon me!
But first I should try to wake up properly...

the ticking of the bedside clock
ringing in my head
as I dream of better days
when you were my
"jack of all trades"
those lazy days of summer
floating endlessly
on the cool rivers swirls
toes in the air
and your laughter
made my belly quiver
as we drank wine
under the blue velvet sky

May I borrow a tomorrow?
I'll trade you today and yesterday.
One is worthless,the other's
too much work.
Just give me the result,
without the effort,
and I'll be on my way.

I know why you tease me with all these beautiful and amazing women. you need to motivate me, You know I will toss away my dreams and imagination, to have love in my life. you know ill resent myself, and the one I fell in love with. ill always chose love because even when I think she will build me up im too lazy to do it. This is why you dangle the forbidden fruit in front of me, so hopefully one day I will build the ladder to get what I want.

capable but unmotivated,
love being different, hate being misunderstood,
impulsive long term planner.
strange mix of super private and open book.
rational yet unrealistic.
great at giving advice, bad at following it.
arrogant, but painfully aware of my flaws
sure of myself, yet unassuming
introverted extrovert,
rigorous yet care-free,
perpetual loner with tons of friends.
energetic but lazy,
sensitive, yet cold hearted
gregarious yet studious,
intelligent but spacey,
personal, yet detached.
unhealthy, yet understanding therapist,
competitive mediator.
The optimist who just wants to see the world burn.
Where do I fit in?

Confess, to sins you lie on,
Contest, not a quality of mind,
Attest, reality and fiction,
Undress, utility of pride,
The Sloth still sleeps, blind,
And hide.

why do we still do it
when we know nothing good comes out of it?

you should do it now
but i don't want toooooooo
get it over with
i'll do it laterrrrrrrrr
don't push it back another hour, another day
i'll find time to do ittttttttt

and eventually, we all just become addicted to it
and those who can quit by themselves,
are the ones who are truly talented.