I cut down the sunflowers,
just to brighten up your day.

it’s the way
the music moves me
the way
my body falls back,
it’s the feeling in my brain
that says
“play pretend”
that’s what my high is

it’s everything
i used to
want.
every word swallowed,
every mask i
put on,
unprocessed feelings
im scared to
***** up

The sky is huge, yet limit has flaw
I’ve grown up a lot, still fighting with my inner law.
Two culprits in the box,
taking a futile vow.

I, being the judge, choosing whom to save—
for one is bold, the other naïve.
Spectators hate the bold for its creativity,
and find the naïve ugly, for pity.

Such a reconciled situation
I found myself entangled with,
when both of them were victims
of how judgment played—

Similar to' two birds in cascade',
where one died completely,
and the other being dying ...
Slowly....till it reaches the sky .

The past:
some said
it was heaven-

others,  a burden
yet there were those
who believed
it was a prison
and a dreadful pain

and I
an ordinary guy
unlearnt
and never urbane

who dwells
in the present

pressed by
so many demands
have no time
to turn
to what went
before
and find
no gain
to tread
those paths again

isn't life so strange
people hardly learn
that all regret
and desiring
is but in vain?

Peace I've found
and such I've
managed to retain:
live the day well
in kindness
and gratitude
life then
would be
happy and sane
minus
the needless
angst and bane

now in this
world we

build an
unseen

bridge
to a new

world
real

as a
numberless

clock
tangible

as a body
floating

in an
undiscovered

lake a
bridge

we build
with a

mind
quiet

as a
wordless

poem
we make

our way to
a destination

yet to
be known

yet to
be reconciled