Life is Calling! Where are you?
About the Site- 'fuzzymonologue'. Am not exactly sure what's going to be published. At this moment its mostly going to be an outlet for my views, thoughts, moods, creative juices etc in various forms including essays, poems etc. A prelude to perhaps a serious pursuit of writing at some point in life.
Monday, July 04, 2011
The Beauty of Forgiveness
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
By her Side
Cold, though through the window, the sun shone.
For it's that season in a man's lifetime,
When he pines for a woman he could call 'Mine'.
I watch lovers in each others arms sway.
Arms entwined eyes in love holding,
A beautiful future, seemed to be unfolding.
But here I walk through time all alone.
A sigh in my heart continually borne.
Dreams and conceived memories keeping company,
A man who had seen lonely times too many.
Still I fuel my passions and hopes everyday,
Praying God that he hold me steady along the way
Hoping one day to dance with my beautiful bride,
And spend the rest of my days by her side.
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Dream On
Close your eyes and wander a mile.
If you could only let go,
Of all your dreams that you need to sow.
Then You will see y’days tears and todays bumps,
Are washed away in tomorrows triumphs.
And with a smile creased forever on your lips,
You have reached for the stars with your fingertips.
Monday, April 23, 2007
In the arms of a child
Monday, March 12, 2007
My Reading Habits!
Sunday, March 11, 2007
Humor me!
Saturday, February 17, 2007
The Animal in Us!
Thursday, February 01, 2007
Crossroads
Thursday, December 28, 2006
Stupidity
Friday, December 15, 2006
Sachin
You know brother, first day I saw him,
I couldn't touch his damn shin.
No short man, tall & lanky,
Was no relation to our man Shanky.
Come morning come, I go damn, damn, damn,
Our tall lanking man and me scram, scram, scram.
Clever little class, want no responsibility, ya
Made him CR- fine print on his forehead- oh yeah!
A fine leader, got many assignments postponed.
End of class- 'Announcements' you hear baritoned.
Lets shake some leg, atleast one, I say,
Never see a man shake them all that way.
This man bro', and I mean trust me on this one bro',
Can make that black sportin jordan crow.
Party time, B'day time, bake a cake, man, bake a cake.
Trust me bro', the cake, from his ass he did scrape.
So here ends his story, no ballad and no funky
Sure! You wish, he was gay & kinky.
But no ordinary man bro', this guy is going places.
Its left to you and me, the storytellers to pick his traces.
So next time bro', in harlem, when we meet.
Lets remember, this good ol' legend and drink him neat.