Why? 2 o’clock at every night,
With my own thoughts, I have a fight.
They agree, only to defer.
Always behind me, ready to refer.
Solutions I find , look like a problem to them.
Oh! Arguing with my own reasoning is pure mayhem.
The light of the lamp watches us,
Flashing a disgusted beam.
The pillow also says, "Shut your eye,"
Which sounded more like a scream.
"In your dream, you will again fight."
Sleep awaits, sitting on the bedside,
Reminding me to slumber—
Headache, an indicating flag.
But weary words never back down;
All the world's gibber-jabber eats at my crown.

A daunting feeling of losing
Of what I have.
But what I have is the question.
A habit of reading,
A guitar to strum,
A lady to love,
A computer through which I learn.

What will I lose when nothing is mine?
Everything came from His grace,
From His shrine.

Even if I did, why this fear?
That too would be in my fate.
Oh, dear,
Why do I hold this pride?
There are still people with talent—supreme.

Go away, this feeling—what a wasteful scene.
I want to settle as a stoic.
Yes! A difficult goal,
But only through perseverance will I score.

Cosmos witnesses our union.
I have witnessed it from eternity.
It feels like our first embrace—
Do you remember; justice this case.
As we were together since the past—
For the years—countless but close to heart.

Our love, unpublished, unknown to any,
But it was, and is, true.
I summon myself to you.
You are the spirit of a knight,
Whose presence always outshines.
I am a beggar for mirth,
Until you called me—"mine."

Will you still call me so?
Shall we do the time?

Tuning the forks.
Taping up the notes.
Strumming the rhythm,
Playing the tune of an unknown melody—
All night long,
A simple song.

Raising the pitch in harmony— a humming voice.
Using chords to stay away from my own mental noise.
Ravishing words, heart-wrenching lyrics,
Soothing rhyme.
Not just about the worldly vine, but it is something divine.

A looping symphony that
Binds strangers’ heart,
Maybe by verses in the middle or the prelude—the start.

It unifies both the weary and the strong,
Something like patriotism—
Everyone feels the same for a song.

Love, quotes, and fables,
Passing through all ears.
Language, art, or magic—
Call it what you will.

Whenever I play my six strings,
I sway, lost in time,
I sway, forever.

Hammered by the drink of love-
Consciousness has left me for good.
The mightier sword instead of describing woods from his blade
It elaborate your beauty and prescribe me with your accolades.
Flowers, birds and fishes lost their worth
For they are but shadows of you on earth.
Without you, so bored they are.
They don't provide me their stories anymore.
Compel me instead to use them to describe you as metaphor.
So hammered, so drunk I am
"Nothing but you remains my endeavour."

Our path is ours—bold and divine,
Interjected some time ago.
Throwing a pale of armor,
Alluring branches of scenery.
Am I writing the same lines?

I have already written about this scene.
This is my favorite recurring dream—
To see your giggles and laughter
After closing my eyelids.

But this luck took you away—
We went off-grid.
Cruel time did a misfit.

I await you near that door,
Just by the side of a hanging bell.
Yes, it's an old-time rhyme,
For longings are my prime.

I wish when our paths align,
I could pour out my heart to you,
Preventing myself from going insane.

Our path is ours - bold and divine,
So be it, I say.
Wish the Lord would make all the obstacles sway.

A path unique and apart,
Everyone has a different start.
It's a sprint, not a race;
Eventually, we will find our peace, our pace.

With courage and resilience, our will strengthens.
To find purpose, you keep hustling along.
Bring things to ears that matter,
Treat the rest as a playful song.

Hope you find the thing that you revel in.

If you ever get let down,
Don’t think of backing down.
Solve, for everything is treasured in your crown.
No matter what destiny announces.

Make your mark, engrave every stone.
Be your best – keep moving on till victory graces your throne.