Oh the Adventures We Shall Have

Oh the adventures we shall have

Down the the unbeaten path 

And into the unknown

On a road not knowing where it will go

Or what lies around the bend

But down that road we shall go 

Oh the adventures we shall have

To experience life like never before

A little daunting but a whole lot exciting

A little scary of not knowing

What’s in store

But taking life one day at a time 

Breathing in air and breathing out life

Oh the adventures we shall have 

Oh the people we shall meet

While on the road we go

Not all so nice and sweet

But each teaching us a thing or two

Helping us figure out what to do

Leaving an impression in our minds

Long after they have gone by

Oh the adventures we shall have

Experiencing life the way it should

Not always rosy and nice

But always teaching us a lesson or two

Telling us and encouraging us

To be who we are 

Let others be who they were meant to be

Cause the best way to experience life

Is when everyone is what they truly are

Oh the adventures we shall have

While riding the rollercoaster of life

Through the ups and downs

Through all the joys and sorrows

Triumphs,,setbacks, joy and despair 

We shall survive

So take a deep breath 

And be grateful that we are alive

Knowing that we can make it through

When we give it our all

And take it one day a time

Oh the adventures we shall have

Oh the JOY it is to Run

Oh the joy, the joy

It is to run

With a smile on my face

And a spring in my step

To run without a care

Or just put behind you 

All your worries and cares

To never ever bother about your pace

Ok ok, to be little bothered 

About your pace 

And just enjoy the cool breeze 

On my face

Lest I trip and fall

On an untied lace

To take it all in

The fresh air

The cool breeze

The ingredient for a perfect morning

To be aware and alive

Lest I be mauled and eaten

For then I would be not alive

Oh the joy, the joy

It is to run just like a child would

No worries if form

Or even footstrike

Just pure unadulterated joy

Just the way Phoebe does

The one you feel deep within

To realise why you began to run 

In the very first place

To have some moments of fun

And yes, to stay fit and healthy too

Oh the joy, the sweet joy 

It is to run

To talk endlessly with you pals

Like gossipy old gals

Not caring of all those who stared

And then find a spot to pose 

That will go up with our social media post

Oh the joy, the joy

It is to run 

On a cold December morning in the park

Sundays in the Park

I am running in the park on a Sunday morning  

Before the break of dawn in the morning

When all around it’s dark

And the only light is that of the moon

But soon the sun will rise

And then it will be goodbye

To the moon

I am running in the park on a cold winters’ morning 

Where the air is fresh and cool

And though it maybe cold

I love to run here

No matter what the weather 

But I like it when it’s cool

I start my long run on a Sunday 

I run by runners warming  and stretching

before they start their run too

Some casually walking by

Waiting for their running buddies to come

I continue to run on a Sunday morning

I pass runners running with their head lamps switched on

And some by the light of their phones 

AndI try to run with them 

Cause their light helps me to see the road

And most likely keep

What’s lurking in the dark away

I am running in the park on a Sunday

Passing a herd of deer

Who have come out to graze

And now they stare

At this running fool 

And I am fascinated too

As I stop to admire 

And take a picture of them 

Grazing and staring 

Wondering what this fool will do

As I keep going on a Sunday morning

On a path that’s lined with tree and grass

Which was once green

But now is brown and gold

Sewing in the breeze

A change colour with the change in weather

But still a sight to behold

As I run in the park on a Sunday 

Pass people mediating and doing yoga

Some talking loudly to each other

And greeting everyone who passes by

Whether known or unknown

And they greet me too

And all I can do is smile 

And acknowledge as I run on by

I am running in the park on a Sunday morning

A cross a dry river bed 

Which was once a raging river 

With fools sitting in the water

But now a trickling stream

But the fools are still there too

As continue my run in the park on a Sunday

I pass runners who inspire

Runners who leave me in awe

People who leave me annoyed

With their loud chatter and blocking the road

But i will continue on my run

Motivating and inspiring, as well as

Motivated and inspired

Cheering as I go

Stopping only for Nimbu pani 

When I am done with my run on a Sunday

I know I will cool down ans s so my stretches

In a little garden

And then I will click that perfect post run pic

If I haven’t already done it

With crazy running buddies

I taken in these sites and sounds 

As I run in the park

And let the cool breeze calm 

And the sound of the trees 

As they rustle in the breezes

Along with the sounds  of birds and crickets

I let it soothe me

And I know this I where I am meant to be

Running, running in the park on a Sunday morning 

The Lost Boy

He was a little lost boy

Nothing ordinary 

But nothing special

But always lost in a world all his own

That resided only in his mind

He stood out like a sore thumb

Never quite fitting in

In the world around him

No one truly got him

They poked fun about 

The way he walked 

Or even the way he talked

Or who he was 

He always felt like an outsider

Trying hard to fit in

Never quite being the son

His father would have wanted him to be

He tried hard to please everyone 

He felt he couldn’t please anyone

In life and love

Even though he tried hard to be the best

To do what pleased everyone 

And felt that doing so

Would please himself

But doing so he lost himself

Often left hurt

Often left feeling broken

Often left in tears

Cause he couldn’t please everyone

And so he felt lost

Unaccepting and all alone

And so he preferred being lost

In a world all of his own

The world according to him

Where he could be his own

But for those who seen him

Thought him strange

Always lost in his world

Oblivious of the world around him

Oblivious from reality

And so called him names

But he didn’t mind it all

He was happy in his world of his own

He don’t mind being 

The little lost boy

Cause in being lost

He found a life of his own

THE Orgasm

His body trembled with every stroke

Quivered with every sensation 

His senses wide awake

Letting him feel things 

That he had never felt before

Never in the way he felt them now

Every touch, every smell, every sensation

Everything felt so new,

Everything felt so wonderfully strange

Everything alive all at once

He could feel the skin on his skin

The sweat trickling down 

The sweet smell of sweat

The aphrodisiac for his soul

Adding fuel to the fire within

His body burning with passion

Trembling with every touch

Like tiny little bomb under his skin

All waiting to go off

The pressure building deep inside

A stirring deep within him

A fire that was once simmering 

Was now burning bright

A sound rose through him 

And released into a moan

And he moaned over and over again

He was a prisoner of pleasure

But a prisoner who didn’t want to be free

His heart raced with excitement 

Beating like it never ever done before

His body writhed with sheer pleasure

He held on and he moaned

Till he couldn’t hold no more

Like an exploding firework he came

A sensation he had never felt before

The pressure releasing all once

He let out a final moan

And collapsed in the arms of his lover

Into sweet embrace

And he cried

He cried out of pleasure, out of happiness 

Cried for the joy of the moment

And he wondered

Wondered what this could be

Could this be an orgasm

Was it possible for men to have one

But he didn’t care about the answer

Cause whatever the answer maybe 

He just had one

One with someone he truly loved

And that was all that mattered

And so he believed 

Men can have orgasms too

The Grass is Always Greener on the Other Side

Oh child, dear child

Though you may think

That the grass greener 

On the other side

What you have is beautiful too

And although others may have

What you don’t

They don’t have what you have

And though their pastures 

May seem greener

There’s nothing wrong 

With what you have

So don’t fret, don’t worry

Don’t ever regret

You have the tools 

To help make your grass greener too

So don’t complain

‘Cause only you will feel that pain

It’s only you to face the blame

Instead work hard

Ans enjoy the fruits you have sown

And let someone else envy

Your Greener Grass of your own

The Empty Nesters

They looked around at what was now an empty nest. The silence was deafening. Where there was once noise and chaos, was now replaced with pin drop silence.

Their little hatchlings had taken off, had flown from the nest. They spread their wings and took off, setting flight in a world where they would build nests of their own. So that made them officially empty nesters. 

They looked around the empty nest, sorely missing their hatchings. But they knew this day would could come. They tried their best to prepare for it, but nothing could prepare them till the moment came.

They equipped their hatchlings with the tools they would need to survive, to thrive, to succeed, to leave their mark. Now their hatchlings had taken flight to create a life of their owns.

They had dreams, they had plans, but everything was put on hold when the first one came. Before they knew it, they had another, and then one more.

They set aside their hopes and dreams, and made the hopes and dreams of their hatchlings, their own, and went about enabling them to reach them.

But now that they were gone, to make a life all their own, what more was there left for them to do?

They wondered if they should sulk and miss their hatchlings, or should they just sit back and reap the rewards of the seeds they had sown? Or maybe, just maybe, this was chance for them, an opportunity, to get back to the hopes and dreams, get back the life, they had put on hold. Was this life giving them a second chance?

They were firm Believers that you are never too old to learn? They believed in second chances. And this was their second chance.

So they packed their  bags and took off to pursue the dreams of their own, two empty nester, living in an empty nest no more, off to see the world and conquer the dreams of their own.