Stiffened fingers and idled limbs Think I’ve been sitting for too long My tendons hurt as I lift my rooted legs Seems like it’s hard to play the tune despite it’s stuck in my mind Yet, little by little I’ll relearn crawl back as an infant before I could walk like a godly Maestro
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Nocturnal Songwriter
Weaving the nocturnal tuneson my guitar until the dawnThe spilled liquor formed a solemn abstract artMy lost sleep transmuteinto the flying sheepsupon the cigarette smokeWith enough strength to carry onI keep chasing the dreamwhilst ignoring my body’s retribution
Rock ‘N’ Roll Star
Check out the poem titled Rock ‘N’ Roll Star by composer and songwriter, B Nargunan which is based on his experience and depiction about the art of writing music. Rock ‘N’ Roll Star
I Can’t Change
The opulent freaks are leaving their beds for the neat slavery,Driving to the places where they trade their brain with tyranny,Chasing time while holding the net,Trying to catch the origami moneywhich will enable them to fly higher,Lost hope will not cause me to change myself,I can’t change, for something that I’ll never be bothered with,I…
Indomitable Spirit
Check out the poem titled Indomitable Spirit by composer and songwriter, B Nargunan which is based on his experience and depiction about the art of writing music. Indomitable Spirit
Just For You
I’m just a plain man who never won plaudits And a dreamer who is holding the realm of music, I’m a loser who can’t give you the opulent living which you’re yearning for, My extortionate gift is writing a piano sonata, just for you.
She’s a Rockstar
She’s a Rockstar And she turns my woeful dawn brighter like thousand Suns Humming of the morn sky quivering like the bass Agony of the “songbird” wanes, as a new tune is spawn Words bloom in my head like budding Roses My heart makes amends Allotting a love song for her
Lazy Sunday Night
Check out the poem titled Lazy Sunday Night by composer and songwriter, B Nargunan which is based on his experience and depiction about the art of writing music. Lazy Sunday Night
The Wanderer
Eyes desire for the nature,Ears are longing for the tranquility,Heart is yearning for the truth,Emotions hanker for the inspirationWhile music aspire to the extraterrestrial journey.
Last Bench Donkey Poetry 