the real nature
hidden beneath many layers of skin
there is truth
deeper in those myths
many doors
to the same corridor
met each other
quite a lot of times.

Many scene changes
the travel lengthens
along grows like and dislike,
dark and white.

There are many dimensions
the time relative
evolution and decline
and all the unknowns undefined.

There is the pride
with the many passions
dragging us towards another illusion
the mirage stays for the eyes.
Existence questioned
time blinks away
only in grasp of enlightened
others effort futile
this chance while.

Acceptance will keep the peace
no appeal, no appease
keeping still
the background wheel
initiating the end of the suffer
meditating to get better.

The inner light
shaded and dim
concentrate to ignite again
to the right bright
remove the leftover dirt
all that spins it
and revive the lost spirit
the one hidden beneath.

I am feasting on this Karmic food
Because there is nothing else I'm served
What gets life's lemons and spice
Even when you've lately been nice

We are blind to our sins which we've rightly done
We only know how to visibly see others' knives and guns

Have you ever felt good about yourself
Without having harassed anyone.
If not, eat it what you've been given
Karma knows better than everyone.

Blank expression expresses enough thoughts
the unlived unemoted invasive grows
undefined remaining unused words
undelighted lazy curves
untriggered to any stimuli
selected to roam mindscapes
honest to the truth.

Round and around
trying harder to let out a sound
in all the noises
I will never be found
I'd really like to astound
but I have no such current account

I look at the people crowned
not a single frown
smiles surround
Along them
I try pretend

Sentences silver and gold
choices not too bold
the ideas carefully framed
the visions all very tamed
nothing I had in mind
just to please their time

Speak all the roses
hide all the thorns.

Get me to be
a soul liberated
from every
attachment
it could be.

I want to want
nothing from anywhere
not want to get
tempted
by things unnecessary
get myself bound to
what will be my
downfall

The soul needs nothing
it is to be free
but my own flaws
have made it
not so
that it could go
as it pleases

What is that one really needs
with no one else be depleted
all the seed, sign of lives
but with greed
everything dies

Devoid of true knowledge
what is I seek
I see myself so very weak
my vision so blinded
my eyes itself closes
that I cannot see

the lies will bite
the anger will burn
my own journey
with karma
it will come back on me
I wait
as I expect them
coming to me

My sins who will wash for me?

my thoughts
why they never sided me
they followed the down path
got me to fuss on things
over all the nothings
never mattered to me

the body detoriates
every day, every second passes

My mind forget
what it remembers
I speak no tales, but riddles
what sense
I try to formulate

This time who will be
the one to get it to decode
the mysteries
the real truths
which could liberate
but to think deeper
what really is
the answer lies very deep within
much closer than
who you are actually really.

This place knows me
even better than I know who is me,
From my best moments
to the one that had gone far worse
It has seen it all
I never needed to tell

While I care about it
this place brings along its chill
All windows open
crowded ever by everyone
the feeling all spills
all are so free here to the feels.

My Dreams are all Nightmares

starting with sparkles

leaving me in darkness.

Years pass but I am still stuck behind.

I
I
I
I
the nice toys we are
much like puppets
quite the entertainment
destinies pulling the strings
and we are dancing to tunes
all under its powered reins
what control we can
the life we spend
*I        I
I          I
I          I
I        I

She's just touching the surface
reaching no more than her own pain
losing days trying to wash her tear stains

the world's wishing her to rise above
look in their eyes and see the truth
to see what they try to allude

there is no straight way, no easy route
and everyone is the passenger of the same boat
looking for the very same perfect coat

But no one will get something which is not theirs
fate has decided everyone's own roadmap
there are some small steps, some big traps

Wait for the check points, rather than all stones
the game of the life, all to achieve and leave
don't just halt at one step to grieve
because she's just wasting her time.

Time forgot her,
but you didn't  
she still lives in the memory
her imprints on the places she touched
her thoughts in her diary full of poetry
her last words carved in the cemetery
and the smiling photographs in your album
still keeps her alive
she's that birdie flying
and that butterfly lingering
always buzzing in your mind
she's still part of your life,
she won't die till you do.

Tomorrow's morning light
will it be as bright,
will it clear the dark of night,
or will there be shades in sun
a very cloudy turn
maybe calling the rains.

Everything I do,
Everything I change
I try
so many different things
as the day begins,
all my efforts go down
as sun sets.
I lose interest
and feel so much dismay,
the boredom
the worthlessness.
Internally I get the feeling of unexplained grief
it doesn't go away
I do not know the origin of this feeling
but it slowly feasts on me
consumes me
and I lose this game everyday.

I hate everything I previously loved
because I can not have them anymore
It doesn't make me selfish just upset
they don't make a cherished memory
they've become another bitter reminder

Everybody has
stories to tell
to make people understand
that they are right
from where they stand
but the wrong is
that no one is ever wrong,
though
not entirely.

*
Even if I want to speak truth,
I don't think I can
I don't know if I know the truth
do you? really?

Maybe truth reside somewhere far
I know what I thought about,
what I perceived truth
can be true, may be not?

I'm never entirely sure,
what I have as truth is true
or what is the colour of raw truth.
......?
maybe that I'm clueless is the truth?

Fake the new news
More of new use
Get many views
With glittering headlines
Now no true
Just attempt to glue
As the sky blue
Not as much due.

there are pumpkins moving around
the candle lights bright the surround
blood red fountain spinning in middle
people going to this haunted house over the hill

no one visits the castle any other day
but dressed vampires and ghost in black and grey
dance around feeling home in this spooky place
today, the other world get mortals embrace

They get to be the normal, not the one odd
today, nobody cares about the screams and shout
the transformation and apparition
today, no one believes those vision

They'll fall for the traps,
blend within the gaps
tricking and treating strutting around
the atmosphere lit with the hooting sound.

Please,
let me be
set me free
don't do this to me
why be so mean
even in my dream
don't make this another reality
this is the place of my beautiful fantasies
don't ruin this too
like you always do.

I'd like to disappear once again
let people wonder in vain
give a reason to be someone's pain
that is how I was trained.
I'd like to take the blame
with feeling no shame
burn in the fiery angry flame
try me to make me tame
but effect won't be the same.
I'm far gone to be sane
my path is not on that lane.

Close enough to breathe your air
I'm reaching another star
in the sphere, all above care
so far, so very far
A goodbye.

People seek attention
because they need someone
that care ,
a reason to be ,
their absence , presence
to make significant difference .
If not given enough
they'll dig a hole
to get some ,
constantly ask for assurance
of how they matter .

You and I
an easiest lie
we shouldn't even try
nothing to justify

we may lie
but cannot deny
we are the one , never to unify

My home is full of strangers
We may stay together
but nothing more
We are worlds apart
No place in heart
And it is hard
To stay this aloof
Under the same roof

You make a different person out of me
A person I don't recognise as me
From all the words you see
You draw me differently
in a compartment of your mind
Some of my thoughts out there
but many still hidden
You have a different idea
of what I mean from words written
But I have no boundary
limits you built for my identity
Do you think you know me
Or you see what you want to see ?

I too see you from my own vision
Colour you with your thoughts and words
the way I see
guilty of the same you do me
make you a character
in reality you never be
I feel you angry and sad
happy and mad
with all your charms and wordplay
I picture you but not really you

We are strangers
we don't know each other
we create lines to make sense
when we cannot comprehend the true forms
in real or virtual
you are different from what you are in my mind
a  very different person from who lives inside my head

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a little of my mind
is wasted on you
occupied by thoughts
I'd rather not keep
I want to set fire on that part
and bring those thoughts to ashes