A day for me
Do I take it right
So many days gone in the wind
I try to make a mark of my name
on the sand
before time washes it away
with its wave on the shore
tomorrow yet again,
I'll regret not doing something
the days are never in my hand
it conquers me in the end.

Am I blind to my own truth
that I do not see what you do
what people see when they look,
who am I even fooling,
Or am I the biggest fool?

Blind devotion, a dangerous guide,
While reason sleeps, and truths hide.
Did you see the fire ignite?
The darkness in eyes, extinguishing the light
what a day in a lost paradise
But it happens yet again.

The weight of words hangs heavy on my tongue,
Like a stone around my neck, pulling me down.
I want to speak, but my voice is muted,
Held captive by the fear of judgment
I won't sustain in this environment

I am a coward in disguise
You will hear it in well made up lies
I try to knock the sphere of wise
But I am caught up to my device
Walking on tiptoes over my vices
Avoid setting them obscure at the wrong timings
I have an act up, kind of pretentious
Put up a brave face, being cautious
For time will come to test your defences
What we prepared is not enough, they are relentless
So it is the time, time to get up
Would I, If I am a coward in disguise,
Stand up and rise?

When you hit, be ready for a quick push
What you throw it up, it falls down on you,
It's basic karma, one-oh-one
Be nice, be good, will bring a good turn
it all comes down to your intent in the end.

Ardently I gaze at the glorious hemisphere,
Seamlessly stitched by the branches of a tree,
Where birds of paradise hover with glee,
A symphony of nature's artistry.

In the verdant realm of my imagination,
Where dreams and reality dance as one,
I find solace in the seamless narration,
Of what we can discover, even when my heart burns.

The world is ours, they say,
But we don't own a thing.
We take what we want,
and possess no wit,
And then we move on,
Leaving nothing behind,
Nothing for any other being.

We are the generation of renters,
Not owners.
We don't care about possessions,
Only experiences.
We are always looking for the next new thing,
Never satisfied with what we have
Right in our hands.

We are the generation of disposables,
Not heirlooms.
Plastic is permanence,
It is towering our lives,
We throw things away when they break,
Not trying to fix them.
No time for reparation, just consumption
We don't value things that last,
Only things that are new and shiny.

We are the generation of entitlement,
Not responsibility.
We think we deserve everything,
Without having to work for it.
We don't understand the concept of ownership,
Only of taking and asking.

We are the generation of the future,
But we are lost.
We don't know what it means to be responsible,
Or to care for something at all.
We are the generation that will inherit the world,
But we will lose it
In a blink of the see the kingdom setting down.

She is writing words
To ease my hunger for more
But her verses are invisible
More like existing in another plane
Not in my universe

None latest poems come
No words spoken in between
Unaware remain restless
For words of grace and more
One hundred in store

Reading about what could be
Whatever is unfiltering
A random chance
Of not seeing
Not on their page
Not for me

Withdrawn completely
there is so little to be
in the reality.

What I relentlessly seek,
to be a soul liberated,
Free from every attachment,
Bound by nothing, tempted by naught,
No unnecessary latchment.

The soul needs nothing, it's true,
To be free is its nature.
But my flaws have held me back,
My vision's a blur, a facture.

What do I really need?
Nothing, if I'm truthful.
Yet greed consumes, my soul depletes,
My life, a wasteful ruth.

Devoid of true knowledge,
I seek what's unclear.
My vision blinded, my eyes closed,
I'm trapped by my fear.

Lies will bite, anger will burn,
Karma's wheel will turn.
I wait for the reckoning,
My soul to learn.

Who will wash away my sins?
My thoughts, my inner foes.
They've led me down a dark path,
Where nothing grows.

My body deteriorates,
My mind fades, my memory erases.
I speak in riddles, no sense to make,
My soul, a maze.

Who will decode the mysteries?
The real truths that liberate?
The answer lies within,
My true self, my fate.

Oh, to be a soul liberated,
Free from every attachment.
To live my life authentically,
With true detachment

Trying Trying
to think something
positive

Really trying
to not be depressing
today

Trying Trying
really hard
to not start crying

Trying Trying
to continue trying
trying

You come across a world, worlds apart,
A sanctuary to call my own
A beam of light, a true calling
Rituals of care, a distant longing
As this year ended, you decide to go
To the other side of the door
You keep walking, leaving me behind
In the unjust world, I find myself alone
Your new angelic glow, a darkness in my life
Death is a final farewell, the supreme call
The memories keep going and coming around
I cherish them dearly, the wisdom and the banter
I wish I could flip the clock to go on forever
Because this lifetime is not enough
Wait for me till I get my to cross this sea.

Another attack, more bloodshed
humans are in peril
It's hard to see
terror spreading
Why in this century
this should continue
We have read history too many to know
What can happen
And what will be lost
And no one is happy with the ending
We are losing humanity
It is strongly upsetting
what should spread peace, continues to be the reason of divide
Why do people resort to violence
Bloodstain on their fingers.

Should I minus my age by one year
it feels like I skipped last year altogether.

How each year, you look back
and feel it come with so much drama
You think last year was tame
not so much fuss, but looking back
it had pretty much unbearable
iterations too, now we are seeing a new year dawn
It's trickling down
Your thoughts in the pond
Hunger taking the toll
World is out in a brawl
And now I feel it in my bone
the drama this year will roll
It will be much more intense
Than the movies I love to watch
But wish to never be there in them

Wartime liquid *****
Praises from the distant dead
A penchant for vanishing
Seamless letters, fresh and extensive
Pulsating with life, yet deceased

A life that was once so full
Now reduced to these words on a page
A testament to a time
That will never be the same

But the ***** of that life
Will live on in these words
A reminder that even in death
There is still hope for the future

So let us praise these letters
Remnants of a time
For they are a gift from the past
A reminder that even in darkness
There is always light to be found

He is unbothered, he is stunning
when we talk, i keep grinning
a matter of fate, how this begins
He is good guy within reasons
Secluded like me, antisocial like me
Loneliness in his eyes, I see
Brimming with hope, my heart
Sweet implore, need a headstart
looking out for better opportunity, us both
The tenacity, we soak
let's be little honest, I want to get to be yours
You are unpredictable set, a curious enough force
don't be so caught up in your phone
I don't wish to be forever alone

Forced from ancestral lands,
Paradise lost, a life undone.
Deserts encroach, sands reclaim,
Hope's flicker extinguished, one by one.

Fleeing across hostile borders,
Seeking refuge in shadows' embrace.
Home transformed to a crucible of pain,
Twisted fate etched on each face.

Lines of sorrow etched deep in their palms,
No solace remains, no beauty to find.
Only despair's echo in the desolate winds,
A symphony of anguish left behind.

My need for having a need for me
Is it my ego, or just vanity
I want just a single person to feel
My absence, fondness
To reassure me of my self-worth
I'd like to be in touch with the reality

Tomorrow they won't care
At all, you'll be
Like dust in the air,
Nothing is fair.

Rejection hurts like it does
envelopes me into deepest sadness
pinching me within the chest
spreading the despair in every inch
grabs the heart and crushes it
with the strength of my palm.

Rejection makes me wish I cease
and cancel the existing life lease
Mundane things loses interest
and the state becomes quite desperate
I could go on but to feel this again
the gut wrenching pain

Quite nothing to gain
Quite everything is vain.

Is awareness I lack, I am unaware of that,
What can make my mind full mindful?
It is bringing me close to the count of the breath I take
But I unaware if I am still asleep when I wake,
What could possibly be blocking my sight
how to delve deeper in the insights,
am I lacking in anything?
What move do I play, do I need deep cleansing?
I am practicing daily to retain the bliss,
But by the end of the day, somehow it flees.

Must be so simple to express
there is simply no reason to distress
More comes close to being less
Less becomes more as I say it
It comes out as with how I breathe
the gardens will bloom the same.

how is the reality inside your mind
are you surprised with what you find
sweeten the sourness if you get bitten inside
It is exactly where we live whole time
Why is it filled up with so much grime
Are we really exactly who we claim.

To pluck the courage, it is the right stage
no matter who comes, who encourage
anything happens, no reason to rage
It's natural that we leave the world
the rhythm keeps up even without a girl
Without ego, we are part of this chain.

I am still unable to understand
what am I,
Intolerant or a person tolerant for way too long?

The things I can't bare to watch,
they happened all at once,
but not really so sudden,
A product of our collective silence.

It started in our home,
we ignored all the warnings,
we made the decisions then
And we are at a situation now,
How do I blame someone else when
My hands are with light red stains too

Its fine, you know, time works, fast and slow
But yet I still cannot bare to look anyone in the eye.

Cold winds follow, the shadow grow dark,
The night dreams end, I still can't wake
The ignorance is no longer your friend,
When misery locks your hand.

Ardently and rigorously shaking fizz,
A symphony of sensations, a blissful abyss.
You look at me, your eyes ablaze,
As I dance to the rhythm of my own daze.

My focus is blurred, my mind unbound,
In this dizzying dance, I am truly found.
Quiet disgruntled, yet oh so alive,
Amazed by the luck that brought us to this drive.

Sincere flattery, is that a thing?
I am just kidding, but your praise does sing.
Satisfied, yet always yearning for more,
In this little dance, my heart does soar.

Feel light, that's the way,
Never to stay in one place, I say.
For in this journey, I am never alone,
With you by my side, my heart has grown.

So let us shake this, ardently and with rigor,
And dance to the beat of our own inner vigor.
For in this moment, we are truly free,
To be wild and alive, you and me.

It's funny to see you in business
Arming them to ****
Frowning, but sending them bills
Putting money bags in your account
Collecting wealth on shared misery
The very heart of this new age tragedy
It's always the same,
Building skyscrapers and bridges
With their ghostly blood on every brick
We know your bluff, your stanze
Looking down and away,
One more terrain in disarray
Your eyes on the next target
Starting fire on next oil.

I've been raised better, I've been raised well
At all crossroads, I will take the right path,
But I keep glancing back, the roads are rosy
The flower is blooming, while I have to walk on thorns
It is never easy, I should know better
The truth sure tastes bitter
But my heart will stay sweet.

By the trees, I remember the street
I am bad at direction
In my life, directionless is all I've been
Going through the wrong turns
Coming back from the long cuts
Walking three miles for one
By the trees, I remember the street
All I wish to be there again.

Are we free to do
what we want,
ask yourself
what you want,
are you free
or paying rent,
am I free
or trying not to vent?

Freedom from what?
I am tied on every want,
the need of this body
my soul is trapped
the cycle is never ending,
are we doing this again,
we keep meeting
everytime it rains.

Free myself from my identity
the ego, of what am I doing,
these free laboured breathes
are forced in me
the life, I need to make most of it
Break the chain, brave the pain
We are free to do what we want indeed.

The things I have gained in past few months,
is back pain and weight,
and the knowledge of the things that I absolutely need,
and what I can do without
The question of wealth,
the importance of health
And praying for well being of all.

What has the future in store for me
Maybe it can give me a sneakpeek of that story
I am crumbling thinking about it
it's called worrying I know
Just a small peek, that's all I want
Or maybe more, the more I learn more.

Maybe it adds up, the things we wish to ignore
And we see it set in all at once
The worst case scenario happens
and I knew it from the get go
I felt relief rushing in
That I didn't die as it happened
Like I can still breathe in
and find ways to sort the issue
It multiplies, the level of the next thing to come
I cannot believe how much this human
Is made to see in one lifetime
The limits to be taken further
One panic to other, one escalation to another
All it adds up to high blood pressure
And one day I will completely disappear
Without a care and no thought to spare.

2024 is passing by,
January gone in a blink of an eye.
February halfway in
I cannot even count my breathing.
It's going away fast
I haven't achieved anything.
My foot buried in the concrete,
The time has gained in the speed.

In the blink of an eye,
Time passes us by.
We live our lives alone,
In self-made lies of our own.

We try to rise above,
But our castles crumble below.
When we're neck-deep in water,
Our steps are bound to falter.

We grip tight to the pole,
Believing destiny is our tool.
But in the depths of our scope,
We believe we are brought here alone.

Innate knowledge within,
Tells us we're all akin
A connect is what is missing
Our silver threads are entwined in
Pull and push, a sense of being.

He keeps looking for reasons
He is searching for purpose
He found me in the middle
And he keeps following me
He strays into my path

I don't know why he does it
I don't know what he wants
But I can't help but feel sorry for him
He seems so lost and alone

I try to ignore him
I try to push him away
But he always finds a way to come back
He's like a bad penny

I don't know what to do with him
I don't know how to help him
But I can't help but feel like I owe him something
Like I'm the only one who can understand him

So I keep letting him in
I keep giving him a chance
I keep hoping that one day he'll find what he's looking for
But I know that day may never come

He's a lost soul
And I'm just a passing stranger
But for now, I'll be his friend
And I'll hope for the best

a perfect human
and the imperfect God?