If I am bound by the things that I like and dislike
how in the world I could be free?

Are we confined at all? Humanity lacking, where to find?
Stuck in this place, mind's grip, slow grind.
So much, myself, in this me-ness deep,
Like a lost limb, my beingness keeps.

Where's its place? This being's claim?
How's it all added up, this hollow game?
What if, truly, I'm less than I am?
Not real at all, a nothing's sham.
No I, no me, just not to be, plain.
Then to be or not, that's the eventual pain.

A void, yeah, us, a freedom's jest,
Not to be, can be, formless, hard to digest.
A soul hunting "what does it mean?"
But we're all the same, it would seem.
Simple, less, just the normal mundane,
We lie, we gather, can't wait to explain.

You are the reason,
but the bad one.

Everything remains unread
Nobody has the time to spare on mediocrity
Attention spanning less
I am fearful for that
I would be bored of everything soon enough
One second and next,
And then null.

I wished to be valued
I wish to be heard
I never felt those things
I have feelings submerged
In to the depths of pools
My sunken ship remains
I have no hope left
They'll never treasure me
For them, i am Trash.

I'm riding a train
just me inside
passing through many station
not stopping anywhere
the journey to nowhere
the steam keeps it going
through hills and towns
places around the world
without more than a glimpse
Everything passes by
time hurries forward.

In every situation,
nobody is hero,
everyone is victim.

I yearn that all souls, anywhere found,
Are truly at ease, on solid ground,
Their spirits serene, in comfort embraced,
No torment to bear, no longing misplaced.
May hearts hold intentions both honest and true,
With gentle words spoken, and kind deeds they do.
I wish every being finds vigour and might,
Achieves their ambitions, bathed in pure light,
Discovers the purpose their journey unfurls,
With stillness within, in their own quiet worlds.
May affection swirls where their feelings reside,
And wisdom illuminate all deep inside.
I hope every person, as deeply as I,
May know this liberation, beneath the same sky

Just a bunch of thorns
and the half gone rose.

In world of fake news
truth comes out only a few
but you know,
Even if you are true
there is but nobody who believes in you.

You have nothing and everything
Hollowness and infinity
Renouncing the world
To find real world within
It is serene calm
Peace and quiet

Away from the possession
And the violence accompanying with it
The obsession of name
And deceit all the same
It is an illusion of pretty
Get ****** in
To never come back

Away from the life
There is soul calling
It is the presence
Of the divine
Breathe in
And find the strength
Living in.

I met different people, I met them at different place and time,
I am part of their story as an insignificant entity,
They are different human to me, a different facet in front of me
I wish there was a reason for everything,
But I guess I will not get to listen to them in this eternity.

I sit in front of my work and phone screen glaring my eyes,
My fingers move on their own, a restless, scrolling guise.
I tried to keep timers, to all apps I hold dear,
To see what I do, what amuses me here.
But I sit not still, the urge to scroll takes hold,
My fingers dance on glass, a story to unfold.
I always see that precious time has slipped away,
I know it's not, but guilt begins to sway.
Why am I addicted, to this digital life's gleam?
A mirror of some place, a fabricated dream.
But I am distracted, from where I truly stand,
Why do I wish to be, in some far-off fictional land?
For every ten seconds, my patience starts to fray,
An I saving time, or giving it away
Why do I let my mind, so easily stray?
My control is dwindling, a battle I can't win,
The screen's bright allure, pulling me back within.

Seriously I am not sure
This uncertain future
Are we this close to the doom
I feel disaster after disaster
And I fear I'll hear next is BOOM!

This close to my place
this close to losing everything
humanity to turn to its end
back to being primitive
it will be back to **** and live
A skill I can not compete in.

The air hangs heavy, thick with dread,
Of untold stories, silently bled.
A ticking clock, a muffled sound,
As ancient fears begin to unbound.
This fragile peace, a thin veneer,
Hides the true chaos drawing near.
I watch the news, a constant stream,
Of broken hopes, a fading dream.

Each headline screams a chilling call,
As shadows lengthen, threatening to enthrall.
The ground beneath us starts to sway,
Will dawn truly break on a brighter day?
For years, they pulled the strings from shadowed rooms,
Whispering chaos into quiet blooms.

They redrew borders, stirred up ancient strife,
A grand design, shaping every life.
The rivers diverted, the forests laid bare,
For profits hidden, beyond all compare.
They thought they mastered the delicate art,
Of playing God, with a calculating heart.
But something shifted, a tremor deep within,
A rising current, where their reign grew thin.
Now it's out of their control,
The nature will take the toll.

How do I grow
When nothing in me can move

It is not even struggle,
Nothing I can fight
It is just heartache.

You feel the tremor, borders pulse with spite,
A global stage, yet nothing seems quite right.
What brews beneath, a geopolitical storm,
Its oversight warps truth, reshaping form.
Incredibly knotted, each choice a chain,
Nations clash in shadows, and trust wanes.
You scan the screens, their glow competing,
Words of war and peace, ever fleeting.
Competition in every domain, the partners left stinging?

The truth screams loud, but splinters hearts!
Because the chaos spirals, no edge confined,
With scars unhealed, we’re watched, combined.
Picking apart all the shattered claims,
You dream of freedom, but war’s the trending game.
Reality cuts, stings with ruthless might,
This storm’s dark path blinds day to night.
Nations swear bright futures, yet wield all kind of lies,
Each gesture tracked by unblinking eyes.

In midst all this, AI is watching and computing, planning and generating.
The future is being destroyed by our hands, so much blood spilling.

I have never given anyone peace
Why was I born to be such a disease.

Sometimes I wonder
Do I need you
And then I see that
you do not,
So I'd leave you.

Misinformation floods through every kind of media
What a troubled mind seeks, trapped within the echo chamber
****** into a whirlpool of twisted versions of the same event
Which tale speaks the truth, no soul seems to have an idea
It thrives on swift engagement and the wildly sensational
Making money on just how far to stretch the truth
Now it feels entirely different than it ever was

The audience is so well misinformed with their fixed ideologies affirmed
They grow ever more intolerant in their stubborn ways
Just one spark away from a raging, full blown fire
The algorithms assist this self conformed propaganda
The future is a war on what to  believe and not to
Now indeed there are companies who dedicate full time to this
Playing fast and loose with human aggression and emotions

A chip in the brain
Chips in my mouth
Chipping away normalcy
A good life, sparkling misery
Controlling world
Can't control my mind
Who's got control
Interconnected worlds
Happiness chipped away
Regrets kept underneath
Living and breathing
With buried ambitions
There is no way to find peace
The buzz in the brain is unease
How did we lose the independence
Now we cannot show any defiance.

Maybe I will be gone but you wouldn't know,
I am not part of your universe anymore.
You plucked me out of your thoughts
I don't think it matters to me when I am gone.
It just affects me now thinking you will care not,
I admit I cannot force my way into the lives I wish to touch.
I hope you remember me, my dilemma is such.
A person's significance is put to test when he is gone,
But you are significant to me, so much I care about.

If I was time
I'd see so many starts,
everyday moving,
every micro second,
the world changing,
pushing and pulling,
the universe exploding,
the earth rotating,
the man exploring,
the man and its unquenchable thirst,
the cycles repeating,
the rise and the subsequent fall,
the fall always follows the rise,
the end following the beginning,
It's temporary, that is permanent,
this too shall pass,
life is fair,
Time and time, again
are we all here in vain?

The village hushed, a fragile, ancient breath,
two figures moved through light and fading day.
Their vibrant silks, a prelude to stark death.
Fear tightened hearts, a cold and creeping dread,
but from that grip, a quiet strength took hold.
A silent promise, not easily unsaid.
No grand heroics, just a humble stride,
a path made livable through murky choices.
Hope, like a flicker, deep inside.
A stoic will, a lamb in winter's frost,
enduring seasons, through generosity's might.
No lesson truly, utterly lost.
As dawn arrived, no fanfare pierced the air,
just mud-streaked cloth, and hands that gently met.
A quiet courage, blossoming from despair.