Friday, 1 November 2013

Hot Chocolate

A sip of hot chocolate,
Does more for us than we can know. 
In the cold nights when there is little light,
That warm cup of brown feels just right. 
With every sip from that steaming tower,
You feel it's overwhelming power. 
That warm stream down your throat,
Helps to set sail to every bad memory boat. 
Every muscle and every nerve,
Loosens and gives you the comfort you deserve.
The chocolatey milk encompassing you,
Wrapping you up in a cozy blanket all new.
And as you sip at it slowly,
You feel 4years old, vaguely. 
As if time has found a way to turn around and glance,
Glance at you in your mother's arms,
Sleeping, while your fathers lullaby disarms. 
The drowsiness that now settles in,
Becomes more forceful and compelling. 
Compelling you to leave all your worries behind,
To let go of the weariness and to become kind. 
Let the warmth and comfort of sleep and dreams,
Send you to a land filled with fantasies. 
So put down that mug and put down that book,
Get into bed, get under the covers, close your eyes and look.
Because a sip of hot chocolate,
Does more for us than we will know. 


Turn back the clock please,
I just need some relief. 
Rewind it a bit or a few years,
Back to those couple of beers. 
The sunny happy times,
When we hadn't drawn all those lines. 
Lines that shouldn't be crossed,
Or else everything is lost.
Bring back that time to me,
When we were full of happiness and glee. 
Time that darn precious thing,
Can't even compare it to rare and expensive bling. 
Tide that impatient thing,
Waits for no one and acts like a king. 
Maybe if we made different choices would we see,
It's not about who you want to be. 
It's about those decisions that get made,
In haste and silliness destroying all the plans you laid. 
If I met god today,
I would ask him for one thing for every day. 
A second chance to make those choices again,
A chance to stop and enjoy the rain. 
To let the person know,
That the storm ends. 
That the sun can shine again. 
To at least let the person know,
Where the future for him is going to go. 

Post Nh7 Withdrawal

Let's go back to that time,
When we felt young, free and fine. 
When all that mattered was the here and the now,
People have forgotten that feeling, how?
Let's go back to that time,
When everything was sunny, bright and it shined!
With the music engulfing us,
There was absolutely no drama or fuss. 
The excitement and the passion,
Lasted only for a fraction. 
Lets go back to that time,
When the feeling of ecstasy and the high, were all mine. 
When the artists and audience were one,
Each one became the other one's sun. 
The trance and the atmosphere,
So captivating, one forgot all their fears. 
Let go back to that time,
When all inhibitions were left behind. 
No control and no power,
Individuals sprung and blossomed like flowers. 
For it was that time of the year,
When everyone shifted to fifth gear. 
Let's go back to that time,
When there was an absence of lines,
Oh! How for that time I pine.