
few drops of freedom
each minute filled to the brim
life hangs in balance
few drops of freedom
each minute filled to the brim
life hangs in balance
Deep sleep
what a blissful state
I wake up
Worries fill the space
The old book is filled
with some happy
and some sad words
storybook of 2020 is archived
fresh note book arrives
with 365 fresh-smelling pages
Pages waiting expectantly
to be filled with your words
let’s take the new book,
smell the fresh pages
work up a fun appetite
that should last an year,
so that when we look back
at this book of 2021,
we only see a happy story.
Of fun, hope and happiness
Happy New Year
The time is in plenty
It moves pretty slowly
Wedging on the couch
I turn on the telly
Ted Mosby is a romantic fool
Robin realises her folly
Toby leaves for Costa Rica
Micheal Scott gets married to Holly
Glued on Star World,
I am enjoying it, by golly
Old Monk mixed with Coke
The concoction makes me Jolly
Life is moving
sometime fast, sometimes slowly
Two sides of needs
One for the inside
One for the outside
Land changes it’s form
cloulds curdle the Milky sky
Wings fly pristine
trees shake merrily
wind flow freely through fresh leaves
They sing together
deck of fifty two
year of opportunities
lets find a new deck
I am the dusk
then it will be dark
fiery ball cools
weary of the scorching day
sliding down rapidly
pulling the rays down
pausing briefly at the rim
Just for one last look
at its creation
before it is night
last stroke of golden brush
paints the sky crimson
I am the dusk
slowly turning dark
last rays lingers on my wings
warming it, to be alive
it no time to be trapped
its my final flight
I reach out to the glowing light
and I soar
its a new day
Mighty mountain
or a wisp of vapour
mist covers the seen
what a spectacle
a lunatic dream
truth veiled by Sheen