Such a mess!

Ever seen someone pack their bags?
Its the 21st century and here’s your swag…

Smart phone and a laptop cannot be missed,
Make up and a shoe rack, can’t live without it,

Zillion clothes for every mood,
Not bothered what will do you, if you have to move!

Something to nibble, something to chew,
A bottle of JD, and the rocks form the dew,

Three suitcases opened, packing is new,
Goggles and hairbrush, are on the lose,

Purses bunched up, nail polish a stray,
That’s how I pack for a holiday…


Chandler and Monica settled base,
Jack and Erica bred to race,
With his sarcasm and her food,
The kids would kick-ass on the loose

Rachel and Ross, mismatch it was,
Love was everything with a reason lost,
When Emma and Ben played together,
Fashion and science merged forever

Pheobe and Mike the subtle ones,
She was kinky and he was her only one,
They donated millions to the kids living on the streets,
And sang smelly cat with them every eve

Joey was lovable and single by choice,
He would sleep with the stripper and wake up satisfied,
Dr. Drake Ramoray by daylight,
And played banboozled by the night

Carol and Susan get ready to be the bride,
As Ross divorced Rachel twice and is marrying her the third time

A show that aired for 10 years,
And left an impact with joy and tears,
Little something I tried to say,
Thank you for all you did, well played!

Meaning of my life

I keep asking myself,
What is it that I am living for,
Is it the money or the people,
Luxury or the medals

It’s been a long time since I came to life,
What did I learn and for what did I fight,

We are told to do things when we are kids,
Learn to do things as adults,
Teach to do things as grown ups,
Watch the world swing as we get older

What is it that I want?
Life is beautiful they say, and I nod along,
But what is the beauty that life stores within,
Can anyone answer this right in a minute?

So many aspects, what to think of first,
What comes second and follows as third,

At the end of the day I lie in my bed,
We are not asked when we are born or right after death,
That if we want the life that we have, Or had
To figure what meaning does a life have

Lady in red

Curly hair, very fair,
Beautiful Bright eyes, with the glare,
Pink cheeks and red lips,
Pleasant face, dimples deep

Feathers on her hat, flaring around,
As she moved her head in the direction about,
She sat on the chair, in a crowded place,
Yet, she couldn’t be misplaced

Bright red silk flowing down her skin,
She looked petite yet obsolete within,
Shining was her necklace, sparking her earrings,
God’s great creation was present in real

Gently she carried herself to the stratum,
Turning heads causing the strum,
Everyone had the same thought as they looked,
God’s great creation was present in real

Everyone is looking at me – she thought,
Wonder what I did wrong,
Talking behind my back is what I see,
Maybe I am not the lady in red to be


Cars honking on the streets,
Birds chirping on the trees,
The crockery chit chatting while I cook,
Slam! Response comes from the door

Voices on the idiot box,
Neighbors talking on a higher note,
Radio playing in the background,
And my heart wanders all around

The mind asks the heart, Why are you stressed and sad?
Heart trying to figure the mind’s voice, replied with a cry,
Voices everywhere, I feel heavy,
Mind smiles and says – you shouldn’t be

Stressed and stretched you are, Listening to everything
Noise it is, look deep within,
time to set back, stop and relax
Take one step at a time, you are weaker than you think

When the beating stops, the human still,
Set him free, from the stress within,
The heart is smiling now, thanking the mind,
He said – yes they were just noises, not the voice within