Sunflowers consistently

move towards the Sun

Whereas the mundane

Human  mind consistently

moves towards the Moon

Plants consistently look for higher

energy while the mundane

Human mind looks for lower energy.

Learn to seek higher energy!

without heaven

the sky has
no secrets

the blue fades
into the deep dark

beyond the stars
and I realize they

are all dead
and I am looking

up and into a
the bottom

of a cemetery

my soul is invaded
by the scent of

dead flowers left
centuries ago

I am just catching
up to the past

Dear Fellow-writers

I had no intention in the first place
to embark upon such but, after starting,
new ideas led me on.

It was hard to stop and I have had a sense
of liberation with the release of every such thought.

I do not court agreement
and please feel free to disagree-
that will make me happy.

We write as we find freedom
in doing so-- it's like us opening
the window of our heart and mind
to the sunlight outside
instead of staying in the
lonely recesses of our closed self-
this release is not only therapeutic
but gives our life meaning and purpose-
every writer is a traveller and adventurer-
he often doesn't know where he is heading
but it is precisely this unknown that impels
him to explore, to venture into terra incognita,
to test his limits and to discover 'that something'
which he can't yet define and which hitherto has eluded him-
the quest of the ultimate beauty and truth, life's deepest mysteries and contradictions, the meaning beyond meaning, his true self
and the poverty of his past existence?

At the end, he might not find what he had sought for
or perhaps might have only discovered 'something' dimly or partially but the quest has not been in vain as he would have become larger than his previous self and emerged as a person, somewhat purified, renewed, humbled and unbroken.

I love the way you bubble,
but never overflow,
thunder like a fountain
aiming only at yourself.

But I want to break your balance.
I need to make you splash.

I made the books on my shelves
straighten their posture,
I dusted lamps and practiced jokes.

I bought new things
for you to sit on
and next to.
I wondered which fruits were your favorite.

I suddenly
grew clean
and brave,
because I knew that you were coming.

Look at those eyes,
They don't look at me,
Without shyness,
And fake smiles.
I think its easier to him,
To love back.

I'm writing about love,
And
End up writing your name.

Overweight
is healthy
when it is
on the side of charity

Don't be bothered
If I am cold and sad
Love, you ask?
Don't expect something which I don't have