Your intimidating eyes
Encapsulates the skies
Of Thunder and Hailstorm
Yet you are so warm
Your hair leaning down
When no ones around
Carelessly kissing your forehead
As if something has been left unsaid
Ohh Look at your mole on the Right side of your shoulder
As if beholding a story so older
That birth mark on your left arm
Is nothing but a charm

Things end..
But do they get over???

Mark my landscape with your fingers whipped in lust,
Stain my terrains and curves with your lips.
Come down and unravel the mystery while I gasp
Inject me with painful pleasure
Devour me!!!

Don't Practice happiness
coz when you do
you build homes in people around you
and when they walk away
they take your shelter along with them;
Rather Practice Joy
coz when you do
your soul becomes your abode forever.

There is no right or wrong
Living in the "Now" shan't always be the norm
Partly existing in the past
absorbing the essence and holding the grasp
Counting on the unknowns
and wanting them to be one of my own.
This is Me..
Breathing on these extremes

The trick is to live a life beyond survival.

I overthink , hence poetry happened.

“To be Powerless is to possess the mightiest state of being - For in that emptiness , lies the possibility of becoming anything”

A moment lived is a moment won!!!!

Life is a choice about wat you see and not perceive and wat you absorb that you percieved  !!!!!

Not everything has a why.
Somethings sometimes just are -
like an uninvited eerie silence,
a fading smile,
the unanticipated shout of merriment,
the receding footsteps.

May be the ache
isn't seeking answers
Just a place to rest

Maybe the roar of the mirth
is just meant to be cherished

Not everything has a why.
To let it be -
is its own kind of peace

Realization is making your heart acquainted with what your mind is already aware of !!!!!

Empathy shall not be a rule for it could be hazardous at times.

Truth bends to the eye that sees it.
Some truths stand fixed like stars in the sky,
But many shimmer like reflections in water-
Shifting with the angle ,
dancing with the light

Things end -
But do they get over?
or do they learn to seek shelter beneath our skin,
comforted in the quietest corners..
Like a silent part of the becoming
whilst life leans on to something new !!!!

We live daily -
  each time we choose hope over hurt,
  each time we begin again
  with every breath living a dream

  Death?
  It knocks just once-
  a final hush,
  a curtain call.

  But life -
  life is a myriad scenes
  a million sighs
  and infinite awakenings
  
  So, live and just Live.
  for dying is brief -
  but living is where eternity quietly hides....