Why Write?

100 sonnets in a row, 1K followers on Instagram, 

Numbers like these charm me, like a baby in a pram. 

I write for an audience, why shy from this fact,

If it doesn't strike a chord, why go through the act?

I love when someone likes it, sends an emoji that's heart, 

To not let praise, get to your head, is a slowly dying art.

But what happens when one day, the poem falls flat?

Or even worse, afraid of the balls, I don't pick up the bat?

To pour your heart in a sonnet, is consuming and quite hard, 

If no one appreciates your poems, would you still be called a bard? 

The need to keep writing, to be validated by at least one, 

Is stronger than to be playful, and do it all for fun.

I write for many reasons, in this matter I wont lie,

But the shenanigans are worthwhile, only if they catch your eye!  

On Being a Don Juan

I am a Don Juan, each day I start afresh,

Flirt with someone new and young- in spirit and in flesh! 

The end game always top of mind, I act fast to seduce,

And make the night memorable, don't wait for the muse.

 

Each single day I stalk and hunt, sniff beauty here and there,

By hook or crook, I scheme and act, but charm my lady fair.

No moment goes, I'm not attuned, to look for chance to kiss,

The second, public gaze averts, I'm all over my Miss.

I've made it clear, one kill each day, is minimum I would strive,

How I move from start to finish, I'm willing to stream live.

There is method to this madness, each victim a trophy gained,

That you abhor my roving eyes, leaves my heart pained.  

   

A sonnet a day is hard work, keeps me on my toes,

Much pleasant than womanizing - which is oh so plain and prose.

 

The Ten Sins

I pine for you daily- unsure, if its love or Lust,

Angry on being scorned, feel like reducing you to dust. 

Am Attached to your image, that I've nourished over time,

Hove got Greedy in hoarding- is coveting a mirage a crime?

I Pride myself for my success, with others in the past, 

And Envy only your suitor, in this world that's vast. 

My Hatred for him, is only second to you, 

And I Fear I'll kill him, saying Brutus et tu?

My Intellect tells me, I can wriggle out of this,

My Ego foretells, you are ordained for my bliss,

I may be brimming with 'n' sins, but for you I can change,

In the dark night of the soul, this spark is strange. 

The arrow you shot, has burnt through me a hole,

To get rid of the ego, is my new found goal.

Moonlighting Scum?

The day job is dry and deadening, side hustle keeps me sane,

By owning my work, I come to terms, with what's boring and inane.

I can choose to do, what and when, or whether to work at all,

Having that freedom, in a day job, is an order tall. 

I like my gig, it hones my skill, and gets me instant love,

To meet deadlines, and have impact, I move earth and heaven above. 

Is it a sin, to follow my passion, why are some hell bent? 

To treat me as a despicable scum- if it also pays my rent?

 

My hustle is a different breed, with work it doesn't conflict,  

The skills I learn, stand me in good stead, and that's the reason I picked.  

When I feel high, post working on a gig, the affect seems to spread, 

And colors the tone, of the rest of my day - and helps me win my bread.

I don't wear it on my sleeves, to my manager I don't lie, 

I don't do it for money, does it still qualify?

Refresh, Recharge, Reset

The day is tiring, my energy is sapped,

The mind is turbulent, thoughts go zapped.

Meditating for a moment, restores the calm, 

Sleep at the day's end, acts like a balm.

 

The work is exhausting, I'm nearing burnout,

Another day of drudgery, and I'll be out.  

A mid-week leave, leaves me refreshed and recharged, 

A vacation rejuvenates-  as if I'm from hospital discharged. 

 

The career is restrictive, I'm suffering from crisis mid-life,  

That I'm losing my mojo- speculations are rife. 

A sabbatical of sorts, can lift my spirits up,

Pursuing my calling afresh, is the cherry in the cup.  

Preparation for death, shouldn't it be equally smooth?

Rebirth will reset self- restore innocence of youth!