Missing Mojo

Dear Mojo, please come out of your hiding place. I promise to be more attentive and not getting sidetracked by life.


My mojo’s gone missing,

I wonder where she’s been,

Spending my time looking,

But she’s nowhere to be seen.

She loves hiding in my car,

Cruising happily on the highway,

Doesn’t matter near or far,

We enjoy each other anyway.

Hopefully she’ll come back soon,

I’m missing her very much,

She lights the darkness like the moon,

My life is dull without her touch.


When there’s nothing much going on, the brain tends to wander off. Giving lots of time for longings.

I have this little craving

That comes in a box of Roses

To pop each one and munching

Zero care for the impact it poses.

I have this tiny longing

For a South Korea holiday

Seoul- Busan- Jeju island hopping

Promising good times all the way.

I have an itsy bitsy yearning 

For Longchamp totes collection

Solid hues would be a go-to thing

While cherry blossoms are my obsession.

I have a wee bit hankering

Soul searching on a mountain retreat

Hiking, meditating, sleeping and writing 

But wifi free can be a real huge feat.

I have this strong wanting

A cuppa hot mocha with cream 

Forget the calories counting

Letting lose in this sugary dream.

I have a lingering thought

And it got to stop now

It truly really ought

To stop this stomach growl.