hey...thats kinda ok

....wanted to know if I really had time even think what I am up to these days...well blame it on the rain which let me do the thinking....after all two wheelers are just designed to go on two wheels....realized my head gear was too small to protect the rain from me..Huh...


Well let’s talk....
Of all the dusty days, muddywalks scary interaction and messy coffee talks.....Came across my dream job...let me learn weird of the weirdest...........
The plan seems no plan (err)....the prints gibberish.


Hooligan’s to kill taught
My feeling might rot
All I feel is dearth
Don’t think I am any smart.
When was the last time you felt like a fool?
A minute ago is when I felt like one;
I think dream job is all about your meaning
Meaning of being with the whaling;
Failing of sail;
Sail away from the feeling;


I am no poet to pen ma fantasies.
Just another victim, trying to tear apart my dread of a dream job.

I am no philosopher to preach

No Theorist to ponder over

Intellectual is what I can never be

Nor an Academic to write

I am no sage to practice.

I sang ma poem of valor

Shy was not ma POA
Need to stay the way they say,
Nothing to gay,
All I need to do is pay;
Pay attention to what they say;

So all you want to do is lay;
Lay your mind to the day’
Its seems May;
May your day just play?
Play the trick to its way;
Is life still a gay?
Gay for the day,

All right ......is this ma way...
even before you start thinking ; just start finding your way