Drip, drip.

Drip, drip, the sound of rain reaching the ground,
Like tears from the sky it comes pouring
accompanied with strong winds which change directions
It comes in a rush with hardly any warning.
undated, 2001

Drip, drip, the rain comes through the tattered roof
and collects on the ceiling
The dirty droplets seep through the ceiling beams
and suddenly, it's raining in my home

Drip, drip, my mattress gets soak
and I move important things out.
Soon, it starts pouring
Right here, in my room.

Drip drip, the sound of rain reaching the ground, like tears from the sky it comes pouring
accompanied with strong winds which change directions
It comes in a rush with hardly any warning.

Pappi!

For my dad's birthday

You were my first love
when i was five,
i wanted someone like you
under which I would thrive

You were my answering machine,
When I was seven;
You were the answer to everything,
To which I could question.

When I was nine,
You were an irritant;
Everything was a game
but you never waited your turn.

When I was twelve
you were a disciplinarian;
I hated you a lot
I thought you were an alien

When I was forteen,
You were my idol
I wanted to be like you
althought i am a girl.

Now I am sixteen
as mature as can be;
Happy Birthday Pappi
Hugs & Kisses from me!