As it IS. A journal by Adwait D

A pen and a paper, a stereo, a tape -ah,
and with these tools i paint a landscape -ah,
the rivers flow with the flow of my rhyme,
So sit back and relax as I take you back in time.
Summer was in and school was out,
Gin and juice time, as they all looked about,
And yelled, "Kaka, where ya at?",
like my name is a natural aphrodisiac.
I took out my car, got done some waxing,
No plans for the day, just chillin and relaxing,
Pop in a cd, and let Biggie Smalls play - full blast,
And reminisce of the girls and the summers in the past.
I go to the disco and the dance-floor's empty,
and so now I realize why He sent me.
When I'm done, its suddenly cool to dance,
I leave the crowds hypnotized and tranced.
Its 6pm, time for the summertime hangout,
all your friends are there, and without a doubt,
guys hunting for girls and the girls doing likewise,
I think I like the girl with those blue eyes.
I go up to her, and ask her out for a date,
(she says yes), "Hello mom, I think I'm gonna be late."
Thank God, its the summertime,
time to relax and time to unwind.


Hard work never killed anyone, but why should I risk it?
And If it isn't broke, why should I fix it?




Yes i did it. Finally something with no profanity.
It's a good, clean poem.
(Sense of achievement passes through me like electricity)

Hope u Digg it...