Yesterday..Today..Tomorrow..

Yesterday's over i cant recuperate..
to savor the day morning i cerebrate..
vain was all attempts to palpate..
the speedy day would never await..

Today i desire the day to be mine..
but my work list is an eternal line..
now the day's mine , i completed design..
hit the sack idiot , its already nine..

Eyes closed i tell , tomorrow i'll relish..
next i know is , i am one hour latish..
again i cant bask , lots to finish..
someone tell me , can life ever embellish..

Ennui

80 feet above i stand alone..
i see the sky , solitude overflown..
humans i feel are wind blown..
the shadow i see is only of one's own..

i speak , the wall doesn reply..
i stare , the the door has no eye..
i touch , the floor is a killjoy..
why don they like me ,don knw why..

life is without a soul in sight..
mornings are no different than night..
im lonely i need a fairy light..
beatify me ,and restore the delight..

THE PAINTER

I'm the new love story painter..
life as sober as clear white paper..
somewhere i sense the advent of colour..
sight of hue caught me eager.

It filled my page all yellow..
life as sweet as marsh mellow..
a tiny smile n a gentle hello..
were the painter's colours of callow..

The time has come to paint it red..
the colour of love , heart above head..
lost in love, i often painted the wall instead..
my painting's done , i'm so obsessed..

Now the colour wants to go, i cant hold it tight..
i cry on my painting , its so wet n light..
a river of colour flows from left to right..
my painting's tampered, NO yellow NO red no WHITE..

Supposed to be” CHOCOLATE”

I don knw I went to eat the diarymilk
I cant think now my brain has no link
This is my craziest poem I think
Oh..!! I thought I cant think..

Oh..!i forgot the choco I was supposed to ink..
Oh why did I end ink, 3 more pink wink cant think..
What the fish , the poem has no sync..
I cant help , but I don’t think, I think..

ee..remember my choco I wanted to speak..
now wat was that choco, I forgot its antique..
why I went to the kitchen, I heard the tap leak..
I don knw anything..im writing so oblique..

Man I want something to eat..
I’ll write n go , later I cant replete..
cant write anymore; thoughts incomplete..
im sleepy ,I’ll save..such a poem I cant repeat..