A jar full of pickled rotten feelings,
sealed in glass, labeled “for later.”
sold cheap to a mind in sour despair;
Mar 25
Mar 25, 2026 at 9:25 AM UTC
i still feel like my purpose is higher
than what i’m living now.
i’m supposed to be swinging in the breeze,
reflecting time,
changing perspectives as a bird,
living in anemones.
how is that i have turned into a secondary color?
i’m more of a roadblock to human life,
my cycle is to serve, support, and help move on. be a learning experience, to help one grow.
i think my soul was put into the wrong vessel,
maybe i was supposed to be a tree (as my name suggests)
or a bird or fish.
or maybe something much more discreet like branches on a tree, or myelin from a mushroom (to help connect).
that’s me: in time, in reality, in relativity. in the womb, out the womb. i’m supposed to be woven into nature and out of sight, not supposed to be heard, behind the scene, hushed stage crew.
but then you try and take me and make me the star of your scene.
maybe that’s where i’m supposed to be, in space, in a star, or maybe a star. to burn out after years, and bloom again (like a flower, since stars and flowers and us are very alike.)
yeah that’s all i am, shades of colors and soft dust. star dust. distant yet so close.
if you love me and hold me, i’ll be okay if you leave me. for i am not supposed to be here.
I’m supposed to limpid, colorful, and skyey;
die in winter, born in spring.
That is supposed to be me (for eternity).
Mar 25
Mar 25, 2026 at 2:17 AM UTC
Born into this world to fight,
A half-burned oracle, wretched and wild —
In frenzy, ripping out his own radiant spine,
Like a hollow, worthless stalk, defiled...
Upon a smile, another smile, a sweet gentle smile —
Let it bloom, a little flame along the pathways,
Let it pour forth fragrant light, bit by bit...
Mar 18
Mar 18, 2026 at 1:42 AM UTC
Through my mother, I first tasted
the sweetness of LOVE —
Father adorned it with genuine care.
Then came a girl,
and I wrapped LOVE in expectations.
Society cried out, "LOVE is life!"
But my life was different.
A skeptical mind began to wander,
searching for something real —
A friend appeared from nowhere and said,
"LOVE is trust."
Then an old man, wise and weathered,
whispered, "LOVE is divine."
Yet divinity hid from my eyes.
So I journeyed on —
through doubt, through longing,
through every borrowed meaning —
Until a quieter voice rose within:
"I AM LOVE."
It was I, all along,
who made LOVE complex —
layering it, losing it,
seeking it outside myself.
Then one day,
the sheath of ego tore —
and beneath it,
LOVE stood waiting.
Not a feeling to chase,
not a truth to borrow —
but an invitation,
A coming home.
Now it lives as inclusiveness,
adorning my consciousness,
letting me perceive life
in its fullness —
Whole. Open. Boundless.
And always remembering —
I am LOVE.
Mar 17
Mar 17, 2026 at 9:25 AM UTC
A childhood lit by faces —
father and mother, soaked in spotless love,
a rod in father's hand, woven
from all the goodness he had learned and known.
When he raised it to strike, they looked at each other —
he swung it gently, she caught it midway,
"He won't do it again," she said,
and that was enough.
Grandfather's stories with the taste of wisdom,
my sister, always hungry for more of their love,
and me — wearing my affection for my brother
like a duty I had volunteered for.
Adolescence — a pack of us
chasing boundless joy in unfamiliar places.
In the delirium of first love
I painted her in imagined colors,
hid the portrait deep inside my chest.
Somewhere in that love, without knowing,
I had drawn a line I called respect —
a quiet border no one saw
but both of us felt.
Fortune or misfortune — I cannot say —
every castle built of imagination
crumbles under the trembling weight of the real.
Grievances, victories, loves, hatreds,
all of it, you could say,
has fallen apart.
This shirt — I stitched it myself,
but the thread that made it came from others.
For too many days I wore it,
stained and sour, saying nothing.
Until one unbearable day
I knotted embers into the cloth —
the threads burned in the glowing coals,
and I burned too, in that same rising fire.
Those who heard the story of the burning shirt
all came rushing close,
needles and threads offered from every direction —
all of it the same exhausting sight.
So I gathered threads of every color,
hammered together something new,
called it mine, called it better,
wore it like I had finally learned.
But if I forget to take it off —
it will sour again.
It always does.
This shirt too must be removed.
But for how long —
I do not know.
And perhaps I need not.
Mar 17
Mar 17, 2026 at 3:27 AM UTC
I remembered the past days
as a cluster of clouds —
rarely producing rain,
filled with feelings and emotions,
always bringing thought-provoking questions.
My findings for the enquiries
ended up in disorderliness.
Whenever I thought of certainty,
confusion arose —
confusion, inevitable
in this mechanical life.
For the sake of my undefined life,
I buried the asker and the seeker,
along with their questions and findings,
let them join the clouds.
The journey behind the feeling of safeness
made me behave mechanically —
drifting, hollow, unrained upon.
Then today,
I got drenched
in a dazzling rain.
It was the pleasant petrichor
that forced me to write
the story of my raindrops.
Mar 17
Mar 17, 2026 at 2:54 AM UTC
I see the light above the clouds -
it is more than enough to wipe out the invisible befouls.
I see the ocean beyond the waves -
it is more than enough to douse the burning desires.
I see the glowing fire inside the mountain
it is more than enough to destroy the fear that I maintain.
I see Me all over the places I wander -
it is more than enough to adore all the above wonders.
Mar 16
Mar 16, 2026 at 8:02 AM UTC
Bought a car, got it crashed -
thought of going so far.
Bought a job, got it robbed -
thought of going so far.
Bought a home, got it alone -
thought of going so far.
Bought a heart. got it hard -
thought of going so far.
Took a rook, wrote a book with a lot of jokes.
Bought a lamp, lit a fire and got wit and charm.
Caught a look, got a smile with a glimpse of bliss.
Built a guard, strong and fit - made a golden casket.
Thought of going so far.
Thought of going so far.
Mar 16
Mar 16, 2026 at 8:00 AM UTC
Once a coherent mind took a break
under a visceral bit of an idea.
Without any hesitation, started arguing.
Neglecting the ideal conditions,
went ahead with his rational proposals
like a plausible speaker.
Restless time came and applauded widely.
Mind got dissolved in tears of contentment.
Wind chime began to sing the song of glory.
Tamed mind fell asleep in bliss.
Dream carrying more ideas has arrived.
Mind full of ideas started out consuming tranquillity.
Mind woke up with pain
and dashed out in search of another place to rest.
Mind seemed to be searching in depths.
Vehement process ended up in ailment.
Feeble mind thought of reasonable solace
for his misfortune.
Sense of apprehension got purified eventually.
Mind ambled, glared at the innocence around.
Wind chime began to sing again.
Mind relished the calming breath of wind -
for the *****
Mar 16
Mar 16, 2026 at 7:58 AM UTC
A rack full of rotten lackness
turns to earthy wine full of ripe flavours.
After one Sip, a handful of hindering friendships
turns to heartful condolences in Silence.
Everything that I hold falls apart silently -
left or right, mind got confused.
Left alone and moved towards the heart, I heard.
Right or wrong, again got confused.
Right away Started hearing the heartbeat.
Everything that was dear falls apart -
it will fall in place after this,
I heard.
It is the Sound of Silence that I must adore!
Oh yes -
it will fall in place after this.
Mar 16
Mar 16, 2026 at 7:48 AM UTC