Recovery Song

Hello friends! This poem is inspired by a popular song by MGMT, ‘Time to pretend’……So thanks for reading and catch you later!



I’ve had a hell of a week,

It’s time to get a hold of my life,

Bring me some booze,

I’m gonna drink untill my guts start to cry!

I’m gonna pretend that all’s okay,

I’m dead, but my spirit’s alive,

Why should I search for the truth,

When it’s so easy believing a lie?


When life’s heading for the big crash,

And you’re pushing all the brakes,

Well, You can keep trying,

But still you’re gonna land on your face!


So drink up all your tensions,

It’s time to raise the stakes,

This is your hour,

You’ve got whatever it takes!


I am just saying,

It’s such a cruel world at this end,

And you’ve got yourselves to defend!


I’ve got my sights set high,

I am walking with a purpose,

I’ve already had my fill,

It don’t think it can get any worse,

They think I am crazy, but I am too busy,

To even notice their words….


The day is bright and sunny,

I’m gonna let my spirits soar,

I’m tired of being average,

It’s time to ask for some more.


‘coz When you stop dreaming,

That will be the end,

You’ve got yourselves to defend!



The Dead Man Talking

I have chosen to submit this poem as an entry for jingle’s Thursday Poet’s rally week 32…Hope u like it!


I’m standing by the graveyard,

It’s half past three,

There’s so many people passing by,

Not one spares a look at me,

I take a step forward, oh what I see!

Covered all over in mud and grime,

Hey! that guy looks just like me!


I was in a spot,

My heart had gone into a tailspin,

What I had before my eyes,

It was so hard believing,

Was I drunk?Now, I must be dreaming,

What’s this eerie, cold feeling,

I just can’t shake it..


Last night,in my car,

I was just doing my thing,

Driving down the highway,

My radio playing Jay Sean,

Just then, I felt the wind on my face,

Broken shards of glass all over the place.


I tried to hold on tight,

Amidst the deepening fright,

The devil in sight,

His smile so downright.


I don’t want to go,

It’s not my time,

I’ve got so much to do,

Like write a song that doesn’t just rhyme!


I’m standing by the graveyard,

No one’s looking at me,

I look at the clock tower,

It’s half past three….

Walk a little closer,

Hey! that guy looks just like me!