They chase mirages,
thirsting beneath a merciless sun,
blind to the pearl buried
in the ribs of endless sand.
They kneel before glitter,
worshipping false light,
hands stained with fool’s gold,
never questioning the shine.
Peace is hunted like a ghost
Oblivious to it as you are its host.
Light no flame outside.
The altar is within.
What you beg the world to give
has always slept beneath your breath.
Tear the veil ego and ignorance
Dissolve the self that asks.
For the seeker and the the sought
were never two.
Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 3:28 AM UTC
Are you a robot,
or on autopilot?
Do you flow with the river,
or go upstream like a salmon?
Never the ache of hunger,
nor the fear of a bear’s claws.
Do you blow away in the storm
like hollow-rooted trees,
or stand a house
of careful planning?
Do watching eyes chain you,
a canvas of their design,
or are you a dancer
of your own rhythm?
Why the confusion?
Why bear the weight of illusion?
Break the shackles of your mind.
It’s only you — and no one cares.
Free the legs you self-bound.
Be an eagle atop the misty clouds.
Every drop in the ocean
is swept by the tide.
It is everyday for them.
But for you —
it is a privilege
to glance around.
Mar 6
Mar 6, 2026 at 12:01 PM UTC
Scorching dry desert
And I desperately prayed
For a drop of rain — then drizzle.
The loo made me dizzy,
Yet I never wavered,
Hands held high toward the sky.
Always barren,
Not a single drop fell.
Prayers were all I had left.
The rain fell on the Amazon Rainforest,
Already abundant.
No prayer, nor even a wish.
What a betrayal, O divine.
All that I prayed
Landed on an atheist table.
All hopes and mercy called,
But Amazon received all the fall.
Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 12:24 PM UTC
I bloomed in a stranger’s garden,
I called its soil my home.
Every flower that
Bloomed there,
I called my brethren.
I tried to spread my roots
Across the same soil,
But was cast out—forever foreign.
The soil remembers,
Yet it could not feel my warmth.
My roots clung desperately,
But the earth would not hold me.
I reached for every patch of soil,
Countless sub-roots,
Yet all ran dry.
The roots’ consciousness
Detects what is foreign.
I wore a veil to hide it,
Yet all my labor went unseen.
No thunderstorm, no hail
Raged in my heart—
Just a quiet longing
For a place called home.
Mar 1
Mar 1, 2026 at 11:33 AM UTC
A ship docked
at the pier of a rundown harbor,
greasy with prints of old mirages —
desolate and poor.
Foggy and remote,
no ships ever navigate here.
Yet one barged in amidst the haze,
its destination unknown,
so was its purpose.
I sat atop my watchtower,
surveying the ship —
a ship I barely noticed
in the gray scene.
It docked.
As if waiting for me.
I rushed.
I leapt from the high tower,
rolling downhill with fierce intent.
The ship blew its horn,
released a heavy breath of steam,
veered its course slightly —
and went about its way.
Mar 1
Mar 1, 2026 at 9:16 AM UTC
What’s free will?
Are we really free,
or a gyroscope fixed to its setting?
Are we ***** swinging by laws,
predestined by angles we didn’t choose,
or a voice inside a box,
limited only by imagination—
unable to sense what lies outside,
never part of our design?
A creature of the plain,
oblivious to highs and lows.
The roads we take are born
from our thoughts alone.
What makes it spark—
like infinite firecrackers
bursting the sky?
What’s beyond that marvelous blue,
realms that refuse our imagination?
Are we confined to these lands,
never meant to venture further?
What makes us free,
shackled by our limits?
From the first pop
to eternal silence,
it’s all recorded in slate.
Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 3:12 AM UTC
What’s life?
not in my mirror,
but in others’ sight?
The rocky uphill mountain
is just a downhill slope to me.
Someone dies
already turned to ash,
not from lack of meaning,
but from distance of belonging.
I am merry with my people,
sharing the bliss they see,
bearing alone the storms I carry.
Around me, lives unfold endlessly
each with a weight I do not feel,
each grief I cannot borrow.
We pass as strangers,
running our own races,
unsure where we mean to arrive.
The world calls it a rat’s race,
yet like sand upon a shore,
every grain shines differently.
Many paths twist, diverge, collide,
all believing theirs is hardest,
all believing theirs is true.
In the end,
all paths quiet into the same silence.
So while we run,
let us see one another
for this moment is all we share.
Feb 1
Feb 1, 2026 at 1:46 PM UTC
Amidst all the noise of the world,
I hear you loud and clear.
Amidst unfamiliar faces,
yours stays vivid, always near.
Among the voices of the crowd,
yours rises above the rest.
Time without you turns colorless,
life feels hollow at its best.
You entered my world in a moment
and I saw how alone I’d been.
In finding you, I found myself,
a love that breathes from within.
Amidst all dreams, you remain true.
Amidst all wishes unfurled,
yours are the ones I long to fulfill.
Among all people, every place,
you are my one quiet grace.
Jan 30
Jan 30, 2026 at 12:16 PM UTC
My wings are not chained, only heavy.
Rain from the sky,
snow from the mountain peaks
drag them downward.
A bird meant to fly above clouds
now rests on a silent branch.
I try to flap my wings
against a low, updraft
to rise,
to reach the sky I dream of.
Jan 30
Jan 30, 2026 at 12:36 AM UTC
The dawn of human civilization
light rose from pages of the wise.
We turned the wheel toward the present,
countless hands shaping its motion.
Ideas brewed in that glow,
spilling across the earth,
looking inward and outward,
until even space bowed to its reach.
Today, I sit upon a hill
and see the same light chained in gold.
Many reach for it.
Few are allowed to hold it.
Once, it revealed the future.
Now it gleams like fool’s gold,
bright for those born with golden spoons.
I blamed the light.
But I see it clearly now
it is not the light,
it is the hand that holds the torch.
Jan 28
Jan 28, 2026 at 10:09 PM UTC