I will give you this poem,
When i will complete this journey,
Otherwise they were just     
floating words,
They fell away.....

A downpour doesn't feel like rain,
Unless it make you run,
To relive that redolent fun,
Of racing against the next drop,
But still wishing it to not stop.

"Things are becoming good",
What beautiful lines erupt from the wisdom,
Oh!
not from me,
From one who had pree,
Pree myriad possibilities,
Unheralded life proffered serenity.

It snowed atop the mountain,
a cold wind blow,  
in the meadows the winter has said hello.

What i want the most in life...,
To know,
To know everything,
Not to become any king,
Just want to know,
To know everything,
As long as i am moving.

Down falls a drop
little knock on the forehead
Nostalgic feeling that was lost
Again started to spread
As came the shower
Mind tune to the acoustic
Heart begins beating
To the rhythm of rain
Little by little went down the pain
This mellifluous melody has taken over my brain
As a drug it numbs all the sense
And washed down this painted fence
As it pour down with all its might
Suddenly it all become pretty quite

And all of this stagnant air started to flee
And the falling rain drenched this soul which i called me.

Sometimes i search for the meaning of the words,
Not in the dictionary but in discourse,
What does it mean to others,
And how much of the world it covers,
Tell me what it mean to you,
So i can get a clue,
To fathom the differences it brought,
In reality as well in thoughts.

You are and you are not,
From infinity to a single dot,
From stillness to passion,
A night to commemorate your compassion.

Eyes open still can't see,
 What my inside want me to be,
      Ears listen everything clear,
        Heart not what it want to hear.
         The mind needs only silence,
           Free from any compliance.
              Body going all exhalation and
                             inhalation,
      Still hardly any sprightly sensation.

Thousands of words with,
Diverse meaning.
Convene together,
to releate a feeling.
Twist them little,
they will make bleed.
Twist them more,
and there spring a new creed.

An ocean of sounds,
But none ascribe me.
To embellish a constant ramble,
voices starts to play scramble

In this expanding tangle.
How to become amble,
like a perennial flow.
Words are finding,
their true meaning pretty slow.

Dreaming an oasis in the dessert of differences.
A world where inferences,
spread beyond the sky
So one can converse the language of I.

Thousand tongues,
in this world.
Respective meaning brazen curled.
Lavish palaver vacuously hurl.

The mind started to dive in nothingness,
But doubt seeps in.
I felt frightened to make this journey,
A journey to decode
the questions of right,

Confused i walk to find the virtue of rightness,
Suddenly all around me,
Inferences started to fell victim to the darkness,
Mutely emerges this moral song,
Dancing on the ridge of right and wrong,

I fear the fall on the either side,
Not that i fear the pain,
But deep down a realization remain,
The fall will widen the perspective gap,
That it claim,

Considering the cause is in other,
There will not remain a way to uncover,
To uncover what is right or wrong,

Come forth the silence of dusk
To make an effect,
Still myriad dots left disconnect,

From this onus the mind became baffled,
And the poor soul quietly maffled,
How can it be fault of mine?
When my six can easily become your nine.

Lost i am
Like Sun in haze
Is it just a phase
Or i am losing my case

What is this haze
I can't fathom
Is it random?
Or a alexithymic amalgam

Hurting life is never my intention
Then why this mawkish detention
If being considerate is a crime
Then **** me and make it my shrine

Accused of not understanding
Like a lone cause i am standing
Making sense from this lifeless dirt
Someday to find my worth

Never expect any apologies
Just a try from you
to understand my ideologies

Wishing tomorrow to be a happy face
But all i am getting is broken embrace

I want to cry
Plenty i have try
But i can't
Why it seems impossible for me
Am I a million year old tree
I am a man
Is that why i am conditioned
Or i am a stone
Who had live through every season

I want to cry
Don't understand for what reason
Perhaps to feel like a human
And not like a demon

I want to cry
To feel like i am alive
Not just a body who is here to survive

I want to cry
But still
these eyes are so dry

Today i felt like
Losing to myself
There was no external factor
But only my desolate character
My delirium saw no bound
To the extent that i block all the external sound.
I lost to the things
Which i consider to be my wings
Today i lost, not to pride
But to the clarity i hide
I surmise, i was on the right deck
But reality gave me a bright check
I felt so lost
Seems like all maxims have lost their cost
My grail lost its frame
And there was only shame
But true to its name
Love claimed its right
Leaving no reason for me to contrite

Countless journeys you make
For someone else's sake
Sharing world's of wisdom
But of someone else's kingdom
Silent you remain
Never ask for any grain
Taking burden of answers
for the questions you never ask
Bearing everyone's pain
But never have any complain
If all seem gone
You never left me alone
Because when the world won't listen
You are always there for the coalition

With ignorance as a pride,
I dawn on the regular stride,
My mind was weaving its thread,
Surmising ways to spread,
Drowned under the outpouring of lore,
Suddenly a rock hit my core.

There was she, who was to be decoded,
A hapless **** make her slash,
Under the encumbrance of pain,
She did not let a single tear to rain,
Under disgust for her angelic reasons,
She did not stop showing love for the new seasons,
Two paths coalesce under the shrine,
Another cardinal lesson from the divine,
I again started to run,
For the new day under Sun.

This blitzkrieg of thoughts
Pitch black it becomes
Rain starts dripping
And encumbrance starts to come
Inebriated I, again started to hum
But this time it felt discrete
Cause surmise was not there to ***
The dissolution of karma
That’s become my dharma

I becoming amble, in the grime of this scramble
That is who I want to become
"How I become", this never come in my find
Reverberation of exploring open up my mind
My gait become frolic
And a realization hit my mind
You know there is a way
There is always a way
That is just how lore percolates
A torrent of possibilities
Not a mangled world, but truth to our eyes

We are on this adventure
Maybe come some derails
But we will leave trails
We have to believe
Otherwise the past is just a deceive
We know a lot
We believe a lot
But still I Seek, all day
However I may
This so called Life

You should do this,
You should do that,
Why these diktats I do not understand.
Are we living our life to comply?
Are not we here to supply.
Why we are to be part of some creed,
When in reality we all are from the same seed.
We are stuck in a whirlpool of sanctions,
And I do not know how to come out of this expansion.

Expectations are defining our life more than existence do,
And the biggest question humanity is asking
what should I do?
We are blaming history for our misconceptions,
Naming presumptions as The inceptions.
How we are going to move ahead,
When we are becoming a body with just a head,
Shedding our humanity for a mere piece of bread.

We are the creation and creators of our world,
All of us is an existence a real thing,
Our creativity is our ability to think.
Then why should we be like someone,
When we could be anyone.
I want to holler out at the world with this answer
Yes, we can
Because we are not endowed with a taste
We have a whole Selection.

Identifying this domain, naming it life,
Thinking am I the main, just hiding in disguise,
Exploring the world gaining in size,
Singing endless stories to my side,
Working for the day when answer will become one,

Myriad possibilities are there to come,
Questioning is this the one or someone else has to hum,

The dreams becoming reality,
when life will be calling and acceptance will come.
All will fathom one and one will fathom all.
A journey will welcome a journey in rise.
One will start understanding the blunder,
And never will the veracity of a dream be in plunder,
A proliferating uncovering will arise,
And Sapiens will ask Is this world suffice?

A thought is there,
That’s why found it,
Even the words can be perceived in myriad ways,
That’s a clue, you don’t have to comply,
This is your right, natural one to ask why,
Why authority, and these lies,
While I am here to live, you are asking me to die
Masses say change is in place, I say aye
But this metamorphosis from how to who, I ask why.

My father taught me how to do the things the best way the perfect way,
My  mother taught me how to care for the fair,
My sister taught me how to collect the info for the right might in your sight,
My Aunt taught me how to do a favour for the right ,
My uncle taught me how it is useful to know the world of your around,
My cousin taught me how to do the things in the right way in my way for the supreme say,
My brother in law taught me how to wait for the order for the right Order,  
My niece taught me how to enjoy the nap when the body ask,
I taught me how to yearn from the learn.

As I was familiarizing the sulky start,
Seeking clues in my mindful halt,
I aboard my ride for another venture,
Holding my seat as script on censor,
Lost in retrospect of my past,
Heard a familiar tone at last,
He got me indulged with the queries of life,
Sharing his perspectives of life,
It seems like he has tapped into my mind,
After a chitchat, he seems to be one of my kind,
At last it was the time to say goodbye,
Leaving me reasons, for the next time to say “hi”

Chilly wind is providing a stinging sensation,
Seems like nature providing a beautiful presentation,
Getting high to the top of conscious, seems everything,
Playing their role without any hesitation,
A lovely figure sit beside me, just thinking,
How the mood is set by the surrounding,
At last want to thank the cupids for their labor,
Taking me on a tour to the kingdom of savior.