One morning, you wake up

Put a hand over your head

Check the temperature- oh no!

The thermometer’s turning red!

You try to reassure yourself

It’s gonna be okay

But then you’re strapped to your bed

And kept there for the entire day

They give you some medicine

To try to get the temp lower

They make you take warm water

To try and combat the fever

So you give it your all

And by the next morning

You get up, and it’s gone

Your head’s not throbbing!

The sickness has vanished

Perhaps for good

And you’re back on your feet

After the hell you just withstood.

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The Monsoon Gloom

Darkness enshrouds me
Little I can see
O Great Sunshine!
What has happened to thee?

No time to sleep
No time to scrounge
With heavy footsteps
I run to the lounge

I look at the time
Barely a quarter to nine
Somehow the day has only started
And already away the light has been carted

Says I, Good Lord!
What a horrible fright!
If it is morning
Why does it appear to be midnight?

This question to be answered
Does not take long
Soon the clouds start singing
Singing their mournful song

Their tears fall slowly
Crashing on the grounds
They splish and splash
And make other sounds

Thus I understand
Everything makes sense
For of their water
The clouds do dispense

The date is roughly a month after June
And so thus starts the monsoon gloom

Thunder roars
And lightning strikes
Those sounds are one of
My prominent dislikes

And yet I enjoy
The aura they make
The moody glum atmosphere
For God’s sake!

Even in the morning hours
Though it’s so dark
It’s rather enjoyable
And leaves quite a mark

Meanwhile, the splatters of raindrops slowly intensifies
This is wherein the true beauty of nature lies

The monsoon gloom, unloved and underrated
The love of its mood is understated
Some people like summer, which is fine
After all, not everyone likes darkness at a quarter to nine

But still, it is not to be feared
Nor is it to be leered at
The monsoon darkness is loving
Much like a pet cat

It is simply the rain
The beautiful tears of the sky
Would you be afraid or be mocking
If your friend started to cry?

And thus, as I think this
The great mourning ends
The sky brightens and the sun shines
They have finally made amends

Even though the aura does no longer loom
Forever I shall remember it
The Monsoon Gloom.

Hey guys, thanks for reading this! This one was pretty nice, I think. More on this poem under the cut if you’re interested.

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Too Vivid An Imagination

Hey, everybody. I’m sorry for not posting recently. I don’t really have an excuse, I’ve just forgotten about this blog until now. I promise to make up for it though. To end off this year with a bang, I’d like to present to you one of my more “”famous”” works. As in, it got published in a local magazine once. But, anyway, I present to you…

Too Vivid an Imagination
In bed,all alone,not a single soul near me
Outside the wall is something I never expected to see
Up on the wall,staring at me with contemptuous eyes
A real life tiger comfortably lies
No idea what to do,not a single clue
Stuck in place,but wanting to run out of the room
Suddenly the beast’s mouth starts to open
Almost as if to arrogantly roar
But no,instead what did happen
Was absolutely petrifying
This is no joke,I am not lying
It squeezed through the window and jumped on my body,numb and sore
I become a possum,and pretend to be dead
Then suddenly I wake up in an empty bed
The conceited creature no longer exists
Being relieved I no longer clench my fists
The hazes hallucination has left me livid
Perhaps,I think,my imagination is a tad too vivid?
I feel a bit happy and a little bit insane
But I cannot look at animals properly anymore,all the same.

This is all true,by the way. Yes, believe it or not, this is a real dream that I’ve had.

I’m a little tired currently, so I’ll update the Author’s Notes tomorrow. Or should I say ‘Next Year’? Hahaha. Anyway, I hope you’re all doing well wherever you are. Thank you for reading this. I’m still a bit small at the moment, but any criticism or thoughts are appreciated. Thanks, and Happy ’18!


Edit: So I finally got around to this after a while. Stupid me. Anyway, this one is relatively straightforward. Like I said, this is a real dream I had, ending with a tiger pounding on me. It was pretty nightmarish, and the feeling of absolute terror when I woke up was something I’d never forget. Which is why I made it into a poem, coincidentally. It’s a very vivid experience, obviously, which is why I tried to make it come out like that here. It’s at the loss of some things though, like no proper meter leading to it being a bit off tune.


Hey, everybody. First of all, I’d like to thank everybody who’s followed this blog so far. I wasn’t expecting this from the get go, so it’s a nice little thing to see. As a celebration, I’m posting something today. I made this about a year back. It’s called:

They open the door and crowd into the room wildly
While the centre of the show just stands there mildly
They bring the sacrifice on a plate with some dishes
with a spoon and a knife and give good wishes
The room gets illuminated by a dim candlelight,
But then the central person blows it,  thus losing all sight
Then the lights are switched on and the sacrifice, poor thing,
Gets cut into pieces, while all of them in unison sing
The sacrifice is divided among all equally
And there’s room for more, as far as their stomachs see
And then everybody cheers, and they all chant and say,
“We all wish you a happy birthday!”

And there you have it. Author’s Notes below the cut.

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Murder- A Haiku

Well, seeing as this blog’s been started for a few hours now, I decided to post the first of my works. This one’s from a couple years back. As you may notice by the title, it’s:


Shot right in the heart

The weapon: a stray arrow

The victim: a hawk.


It’s pretty simple, but what better way to start it off, right?

Author’s Notes down below if you’re interested.

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