You block me online,
I will block you offline!

Peace worships Humanity.

An Fine-Apple a Day Keeps A Doctor Away.

Somewhere beyond you
and me, its dream now.

The way we connected
The way we drifted apart
was just like XIAOMI global.

Your smile with dimple,
Your heart with gold,
Your eyes with dreams,
Your hands with grip,
Your mind with ambitions,
Your voice with tarry
But
Your feet with hurry

For Humanity,
For Society,
For Yourself.

to the people
for the people
BUY the people

Freedom is like
bubble that doesn’t
bounce back.

You can’t walk to Moon
Neither can you walk to Sun
Never will red, or Ring help
The second planet always mourn

Negotiate and Negotiate

27 moon in its orbit
yet an startling soul

The blue planet and
One closest to the Sun
just hems round and round

The gas giant planet just
hangs and hangs
and its Great red spot
would not let us even toll

Out of her core, Out of her heart
Day by Day Earth falls
And none can help!

Some have bitter look
Some with foolish tear
Some have flattering words
Some with teeth of fire
Some keep only staring
Some keep cursing
Some break the plan
Some do it with steel
Some only hold knives
Some do it with sword
Some wipe out blood
Some do not moan
Some voices come near
Some let them lie in silence
Some walk to Moon.

I walked these series of poses!

Hips and thighs, Involved in deep
pure form similar to when I sleep, ******, or die.
Now look at me,

Every time I burn, On my tip toes
I could angle myself in every direction.

Falling in the right direction,
Movements those balance my core

I’m Yoging while
I’m Inside my Soul.

In silence, I’m finally loving
The Inside, The Outside -Yoging

No it doesn’t
belong to know
the first fellow
on my pillow
in meadow how
he anyhow,
showed good flow
of shadow on my
window that
overshadowed
rainbow to outflow
reflow, to reglow and reshow
my endow
of WoW!

Pleads to Restart
art of half heart
when you miss chart
of an smart mart
in an compart of cart
which was only a
subpart of flowchart
for a modern heart.

You never know
When you will be
Special and Ordinary.

The night is long
no touch of wrong
soul and body at little ease
and the world notices stain

Upon my soul
calm content and ocean floods,
sweet in the tremulous tides
And they would not welcome

Blossoms all the land
where the play is fair
lingered and lingers
upon thy lips

Thought you may not know
I may not feel
spirits crave, waiting to be given
all that is pure and true

Upon we,  as we pass into the night!

Some look too far
Some look too near

Some with gloves
Some with nerve-twitched pose

Some very old
Some grew cold

Some thirst no more
Some stare upon air

Some sit in gloom
Some in Doom

Some try to weep
Some with many tears

Into an empty space
Sit with silent men.

“Who is to blame? The creator?
Ah! The bewildering human!”

But humanity is prudent in an emergency!

It just reminds me,
how constant we changed,
We couldn’t alter the year,
neither where it came from,
Nor we can negotiate
Though we are part of it.

A torn heart
sat at home thought
Better will be the ecstasy,
but has no art to say,
& no pictorial view of pain.

It asks the soul to stand in despise

It takes crumbs of life

which no knee can explore

as show is not the show of ego

but becomes pictorial view of pain

impossible of any gain.

They did not finish

They could not fix the lives.

Its Time To Manage Ourselves.
(The only definition of management)

It will be okay,
You will be okay.

No matter how much water/steriliser you pour you can't wash away the feelings!

Now when I look-I only absorb monochromatic colors!

I stood inside watching the rain outside
I stood there and looked up at the sky,
I watched as the rain fell silently
I kept waiting for it to change
I kept waiting for it to change me
For it to wash away something deep inside
I wanted it to wash away this virus from deep inside this earth.

I don't want to get cleanse
I want to be messy
I want to be nasty
I want to be *****
I'm filthy and I love to be filthy
I fall sick but I love it !

At the end of it all, what were we trading for?
A brain inside our skull, spending it for muck!

I can see these borders sealed,
I can't ignore this pain.

I’m forgetting the touch of palm
I’m forgetting touch of human
I’m forgetting the power of touch
I’m forgetting touch of will

only living is living inside closed doors
only living is living with hands washed long
only living is living within limits of the walls

For on the surface is always served living cell(virus).

I’m trying reflection flat and clean on surface,
I’m trying new doors and windows to be locked and sealed
I’m trying for things to not change much yet, it's being months and years I haven’t, purlieu and talk a lot.

I sit home just to tell something and I’m not so excited
Because I have a worry, with a trace returning with every cough,
just like something might happen and it's as bad as it is the feeling
that if I stay with you, you will die.

In my entire life, It pains me to imagine-Living with the Living Cell(VIRUS)

I see, mask, masks bearing SSN.

I’m living, because the choice
of life was in hands of hands not long washed.

A living pinnacle of our modern living,
born in a body and transmitting after death
returning to the spheres of population forming
cycles of life and  death!

A living cell that steals living soul.