Sometimes,
I wake up to the sound of shattering
Dreams—not anyone's but mine,
And I don't even know why?
It's 3AM now,
And I can't sleep,
Why is it so tough to just breathe?

To breathe for an hour,
And I want that shine,
Even if it isn't mine,
Yet I can't reach.

It's not like I don't want to,
It's more like I can't do,
My skills, capabilities are weak,
Or you could also say that,
I'm weak.

The days feel heavy,
And the process is hard,
To maintain week by week,
Still I want to reach.

But to reach,
I need to breathe,
Not just for an hour,
But for a forever.

And sometimes,
This is the reality,
In which you have to breathe,
Not for a day,
Not for a week,
But for the homies,
Still, I want it to be—
a dream...
A shattering dream.

The mind whispers,walk the path of dharma,like Arjuna, with his bow drawn tight.

The heart replies, let me offer love into it,like Meera, singing to her Krishna through the night.

Situations whirl around me.

Like the churning of the cosmic ocean—Samudra Manthan

Where every choice pulls like devas and asuras

Tugging between what’s right… and what’s desired.

But my soul, ancient and still,speaks in the voice of Vishnu, resting upon Ananta.

Soft, eternal, and unshaken

Do what is necessary

Time moves—like Shiva in his Tandava

Moments rise and fall

Karma spins its golden wheel.

In the center of it all

Like a flickering diya in the wind

Like Draupadi with folded hands

I stood… still.

Not knowing what’s right and what’s desired.

Until something touched me

Not a voice, not a word,but a divine light

Like the jyoti of Arunachala.

The kind of light Yashoda must’ve See when she looked into Krishna’s mouth and saw the universe.

It said:

When your heart and mind stop their war and start walking together,like Lakshmi beside Vishnu grace flows into action.

Miracles don’t just visit…They begin to live in you.

When your soul accepts the leela,when it bends with the time,even suffering becomes prasad.

Even poison, like Neelakantha’s, becomes a sacred strength.

So I bow

Not in surrender,but in sacred acceptance.

I do not run after answers.

I do not ask the winds to calm.

I walk the sacred thread—that unseen sutra,woven by Saraswati’s wisdom and Sita’s silence.

That ties duty to devotion.

Lets love carry its weight.

With no need for reward.

Freedom

One word to say, so easy to sound,
A word so simple, yet so profound.
Is it the right to go anywhere?
Or the wisdom to know where we’re needed?
Is it the right to do anything we wish?
Or the strength to do what must be done?
Want—four letters, a fleeting desire.
Need—four letters, a guiding fire.
Both seem the same, both quick to say,
Yet one fades, while the other stays.
Why does need always prevail?
Why does want so often fail?
Why does necessity hold the throne,while desire stands alone?
Perhaps freedom is not just a choice,
But the courage to listen to life’s voice.
Not just the right to chase our dreams,
But the wisdom to know what truly redeems.
True freedom is not in doing it all,
But in knowing when to rise and when to fall.

Smile, smile , smile hey human,
Not just because the world expects it .


Smile because,
Your soul needs it ,
Your heart needs it ,
Your mind needs it,
Your victory needs  it ,
Your dreams need it,
Your love needs it,
Your courage needs it ,
Your strength needs it ,
Your journey needs it ,
Your fears need it ,
Your tears need it ,
Your healings need it ,
Your failures need it.


Hey human, don't  let your precious smile fade.
Smile, smile , smile, hey human,
Because your happiness lies  within you.

"Never should you ever give up" was always her call
My reply was; Darling, what if I fall?

He will catch you, show you the right path
In a moment, my mind was back to the times of drought

I stood, I crumbled, I climbed, I flew
But who was behind this, knew only a few

When quiet-screams echoed in silences
Who shielded (you) wretched, in times of violence

It rains, thunders, it shines again
His remembrance alone will keep you from being vain

A sigh, a tear, and a gentle prayer
Was all, my Darling, wanted to hear.

How to gain the confidence to complete a simple task?

I don’t have what they call success,
But that doesn’t make me any less.
I walk a path that’s mine to pave,
A different way—a road I'm brave.

No paper defines the worth I hold,
No stamp, no seal, no weight of gold.
Nothing to lose, nothing to fear,
I stand my ground, my vision clear.

I won’t fall begging for their boots,
I won’t steal—I’ll grow my roots.
Hard work builds, while greed decays,
I’ll walk the honest, brighter ways.

I fear no gods, but deeds gone wrong,
No villain’s path, no hero’s song.
I won’t be shaped by how they see,
I am the lead—my life, my key.

Their words can’t shake what I define,
I breathe, I stand, the sky is mine.
One day, I’ll rise, I’ll claim my place,
Their doubts won’t reach my guarded space.

I am not my past, nor sins before,
Not bound by blood that schemed for more.
I am the fearless, standing tall,
Unfazed by loss, untouched by fall.

I died the day I came alive,
Yet here I stand, I burn, I thrive.
The monster I once feared to be,
Now walks with pride—now walks as me.

A blue bloom where red ones grow,
Unfit for them, yet strong, I glow.
Let them judge, let whispers swirl,
I love myself—that shakes their world.