Why oh Why!!!

Why oh why oh why!

Why do we have “Why”?

Why this, why that!

Why me, why now

So many Whys 

Not many How

An annoying word to be heard

To ask and be asked

To try and find an answer 

To an eternal, infernal question

With no answer in sight

And solution to be found

So it needs to be banned

To be banished 

To the further most recesses of the mind

Never to be used again

Never to be heard again 

Never to be asked

Never to ask

No more WHY

And on a different note

Why is pretty neat song by Annie Lennox 

The Horny Honkers!!!

You can’t escape them

One way or the other 

They will find you

The horny honkers !!!

For them, honking is music to the ears

And why should they be selfish

And keep this art to themselves 

When can be generous and share it

And let others in on their performance 

They go by the rule that

Honking is their birthright 

And they shall do it 

Probably the only one they follow

But this ain’t a rule but a personal one

Rules are not meant for them

Following them is beneath them

And breaking them

Is what they were meant to do

So should find yourself in a position

Where you’re waiting the signal to change

And hear an incessant honking

Just give up and give them way

Cause patience isn’t their middle name

Or any name for that matter

And neither is it Miss Jackson

They will honk 

Till you finally give in

Or you could risk 

Your poor ears bleeding!!!

You wonder what pleasure they derive 

From all that honking 

But then you wonder if it was possible

That honking is orgasmic to them

An aphrodisiac they need to have

To get them all hot and heavy

You wonder if every blast of their horn

Sends pleasure electric pulses

To  their pleasure points

Making them come with every blast

Till they reach a climax!

You can imagine 

They screaming in ecstasy 

Every time they blow that horn

And no other part 

Till they can take it no more and come!

So in the end

Should you chance to come upon

This peculiar creature 

Which you most likely will

Just give them way

Cause resisting is futile

For your sanity and your ears

So just let them pass by

The horny honkers!!!

We all fall in love sometime

We all fall in love sometime

It’s something that we can’t help

It’s something that just happens

We just love the feeling of being in love

The hopeless romantic who’s lost all hope

We all fall in love sometime

No matter how much we try to hide from it

No matter how much we try to run away from it

No matter how much we avoid it

It always finds us

Maybe we just bad at the game of hide and seek

Or we just like to be tortured 

Of the feeling of being in love

But let’s face it, we are a lost cause

We all fall in love sometime

It’s the most beautiful feeling in this world

To be loved by someone who loves you

But it’s the most cruelest feeling in the world

Bringing with it a world of hurt

When things don’t really go your way

When you don’t meet the one 

You were meant to be with 

At least that what you feel in your head

It can make you the loneliest soul in the world

Leaving you feeling insecure and restless 

Despite all this, we all fall in love sometime 

Don’t let anyone, don’t let anything 

Tell you who you should fall in love it

Cause we don’t know either

Maybe they could point us in the general direction 

Now wouldn’t that be swell

Wouldn’t that would save us the time and effort

But you know what

No matter what they say 

We still fall in love sometime 

Let no one tell you your love is not right

Your love is immoral 

That you are not meant to be

With the one you love

Its against the very shred of nature

Cause I really don’t think they know either 

What love actually is

Other than what they have been thought

The lessons they have by hearted

They rote learned like a parrot

Using someone else’s thought

Understanding and perception 

Of what love should be

Never truly trying to get the big picture

But sadly their narrow minds 

And small head may never ever fathom

That we all have to fall in love sometime

With the one we are meant to love

And we may not really know who

So put all the thoughts behind

Let go and a chance, take the risk

Jump off that cliff

Never knowing if you would sore 

Or fall plat on the ground

A smooshed bloth on the earth

Cause we all need to fall in love sometime 

The Joke

You may not like my hair

Or the clothes that I wear

The way that I walk 

Or how I talk

But that’s who I am 

The one that you choose not to see

But you don’t deserve to see the real me

So the jokes on you

I may not do as you say

Or follow the rules that you lay

I am not going to meet your expectations 

Or even be part of your posse 

Be at your beck and call

Do what you want me to do

Cause that’s what I don’t want to

But in the end, the jokes on you 

You may label me

And call me names

Laugh behind my back

Make faces when I don’t look

Make me a subject of your wicked games

But you don’t get to crack jokes on me

Without trying to get to know me

But for every joke you try to crack

The jokes on you 

You may be critical about the way I am

Have something to say 

About everything that I do

But you don’t get to criticise me

If you don’t try to know me

For everything you have to say

The jokes on you

You choose to see 

Only what you want to see

You may see the smile

But never see the pain beneath 

Cause the vulnerable me

Is what you will never see

If you haven’t experienced my pain

Gone to the places I’ve been 

Or tried to walk in my shoes

You’ll know me, and for that

The jokes on you

You may use your words

Like a dagger

Slashing at me, 

leaving me all cut and bleeding

Never caring about the hurt you cause 

But no matter what you may try to do

The jokes on you

You may try to stick a label on me

Cause you don’t get me

Cause i don’t fit in the world you create 

Judge me, box me

Try to recruit me 

To be part of your communities 

Try to take away freedom

Clip away my wings

Cause though my body may break

My spirit shall always be free

And for that you shall never own me

Hence the jokes on you 

No matter you may try to do

The jokes on you 

The Boy, the Road and the Rain

You stir before the crack dawn

Waking up groggily at four in the morn

Your try to catch that extra sleep

Cause you feel too bored to hit the street

But then reluctantly make up your mind

So after the coffee is drunk

And you’ve taken a dump

You dress up, you lace up

And after some stretches and warm ups

You’re off at a comfortable pace

Cause you’re sore from legs day the day before

So you make a conscious effort

To ensure you run slow

And not look like a robot 

who has taken to the street

You feel  a drizzle on your face

Still you continue go at your own pace

Now the drizzle is a downpour

But still you continue to go

Letting the rain soak you to the bone

A solitary figure on the road

Before the break of dawn

The small little streamlets

Have turned to flowing streams

Your splash and you splosh

As you make dash through the rain

Trying to dodge the puddles

Or vehicles that splash they go by

Should your shoes soak in the water 

Wetting your socks

Leading to possible blisters 

But then the rain has a liberating feeling

Sets your spirit free

Unhiding all that was hidden

Like Mandakini’s wet saree

Your soaked clothes clings to your curves

Bringing forth a paunch

That you denied was ever there

But the rain sets your free

Letting all the pain that you feel

Act as fuel for you feet

Propelling you on, on that rainy morn

On the lighted but lonely street

Running to the beat of your heartbeat

And the patter of the rains

Like natures music  to your ears

Never letting you be lonely and alone 

It has way of wiping your tears

And hiding it from the world

So you are grateful for the rains

For keeping you cool, calm and relaxed 

Not letting you overheat

From the silly thoughts that you keep

Playing on and on in your mind

Letting you enjoy run

Setting your heart and spirit free

So you run and you run

To the point where you come

To the distance you wanted to cover

To the point where it all started

Grateful that you woke up that early morn

Before the day was even born

To take to the street

The boy, the rain and the road

The Ballad of an Overthinker... if I may dare call it so

Hey overthinker

Don’t think so much

Life is not as complicated 

As you think it to be

You think too much

Often over and over 

Your overthinking won’t help you

Just leave you in a spot of mental torture 

Hey overthinker

Stop over analysing your situation

Life may not go your way

But let that not make you go a stray 

You are different and bit eccentric 

But by saying you’re not like they

Will not help with things go your way

So just go with the flow 

Let life surprise you

People are not all the same

And there’s no one to blame

It’s just your overthinking mind

Makes it difficult for you to manage the change

You’ve got to learn to go with the flow

Let life take you where it needs you to go

Savouring each moment of the way

Never rueing decisions and choices 

You have to make

There so much to see 

But your overthinking mind doesn’t let you be

There’s so much of life 

that needs to be experienced 

If only you set your mind free 

of your overthinking spree

So stop being an overthinker

And savour life 

Not everything needs to be over thought

Or even over analysed

Just let life surprise thee

And now stop overthinking 

The way you want to end

This verse on overthinking

And let things be 

The way it was meant to be

The Carolling Dilemma

As the temperature dips low

And the weather is starting to get cold 

it means that October heat

Has made way for winter’s cold

It’s time to break out the woolies 

The sweaters and the hoodies

To drink eggnogs and what nots

All the things that warm body and spirit

But the ears yearn to hear

To those familiar refrains

That comes with the season

Even if it’s over a month too soon

My heart wants to sing

Like a bird on a tree

Even though I know that 

I sound like a braying mule

My cheek’s Gone rosy red

From the breeze and the cold

And joy fills the soul

So I don’t care if it’s not December yet

I will hum away

I will sing about sleigh bells 

and silver bells

And  jingling of the bells

About trumpets and angelic choirs 

And a drummer boy drumming his drum

Going rumpa pump pump

While we go fa la la la

Announcing the birth of a saviour 

Although I may not know snow

It will not stop me dreaming

About a winter wonderland 

White and blue and whatever colour

And riding through the snow

In a one horse open sleigh 

Led by a reindeer with a red nose

And of course a fat man

With a snowy beard, rosy cheeks 

Wearing a red suit

Not knowing how to use the door

Comes down the chimney

When the whole world is asleep

While kids tip toeing for a glimpse

Though you may think me crazy

Singing carols so soon 

But then the heart wants 

What the heart wants

So if it want to sing carols

A moment too soon

I will hum and sing it

Not a moment too soon

Christmas resides 

in the heart always

A feeling that will never go away

Making it stay with us

Long after the date has gone

So if I want to sing carols 

In November, May or June

I will do that

Bringing joy to my soul

Joy to the world