Trainee Moments

Competing with sun on rising,
Ironing,polishing,making the knot,
Cold shower amid cold bites,
Lightening rush to check off her noise.

Yesterday was a dry day,
And the explanation made a sneer,
"You should have a nose for news!"
If only she could know  I had a nausea for news.

Stories dying of lack peculiar traits,
"Did the victim die?"
That translates to the reverse,
The story dies if the victim survives!

Office chats are impressive,
Sharing the tragedies humorously,
Stolen WiFi password,
Gives the day online tours,
Risking the tense moments,
But isn't risk worth time control?

Filling the logbook means driving soon,
But the thought of supervisory personnel scares the dreams away,
With consistence in story death,dry days and shared bylines,
The next destination is on "whatever comes may"

Harassment by the authorities in pursuit of comments,
Fear of respondents to give details and the excitement by others till they lie,
Make journalism juicier, exciting and honorable.

Handouts getting new newsworthy meaning,
And the experienced journos giving funny impressions,
Correspondence earning peanuts as passion rises above pay
But who pays bills with passion?

Ready to go!
Ready to earn,
Already learned and experienced,
Call me a trainee at your peril!!!

The One

The distance so long,
The desire so strong,
The feeling hardly Wrong,
And the new vision ,to explore new horizons.
Horizons of madness,
Madness in possession,
Possession of passion,
Passion of loving,
Loving the new venture,
Venture to protect,
Protect, take care of and cherish,
Cherish and perish,
Perish the initial loneliness
Loneliness in heart.
Heart that is now thrilled and enlightened
Enlightened to love,
Love the only one,
The only one,
Only one,
One

NO FLOWERS

No flower(s) for you my love,
 Flower will lower us yet we belong above,
Forgot you are a dove?
Can you be limited to Valentine bay?
 Are we not in love everyday?
 Even at a donkey bray,
I stoop not to a day's romance,
 For ours is a lifetime performance.
 Red shouts danger,
Black and doom are patners,
Roses wither and their spikes hurt...
 Drop not my V for this V day and I'll honour your V,
 Till that day,we'll move day the aisle.
Valentine means so little,
I have my V's love daily.

Aftermath

Aftermath The night after this The bins will be full of life, Dumped in rubbers, The night of this, The sheets will be stained by s**t, The seeds will be sputtered, In the fakeness of love, In the glamour of red, Blackness of the souls, The guise of care, Will steer laying* and getting laid* Loans will be paid, Love will peel off, Flushing might follow, And bastardization will be launched for the lucky survivors, Dawn of troubles, In the name of Valentine!

I Miss The Days...

I miss the days,
When everything dangled freely,
And pants made no sense.

I miss the days,
When flies camped around the nostrils,
As no one had time to clear the dead brains.

I miss the days,
When eating was stopped by sleep,
As satisfaction never existed.

I miss the days,
When sleeping with she- cousins raised no suspicions,
Since we were thought naive.

I miss the days,
When the naughtiest was admired,
And 'closing with someone' was the norm.

‪#‎Nomys_Madness

Dear Budding Scribes...

Beauty lovers succumb not to pain,
Sustain pierces and cuts,
Patiently wait for the sweet end
Despite the pain and time delays,
Since the desire to see the final look is unending.

Why rush to prominence?
Oh budding artists?
Greed for fame,
Copypasting,
Close to zero research...

Sweetness of the sugar cane is immense at bottom,
Where harsh weather,diseases,
Cuts ,animal bites and weeds,
Have ensured hardening,
Mastering nature over time,
Giving the best!