Why do I feel like an empty vessel,
Like a soul caged in a dark, vast castle?
I shouted. I cried.
Yet the only sound I heard was my own voice.
Did I come here by my own choice?

For forgiveness, I plead,
Even for the path I did not lead.
Yes, I made choices—some were not right,
But does that make me guilty, the bearer of this outcry?
Or is it something else, yet to be finalized?

Is this a green room for gladiators,
Only to be vandalized?
What should I do with this vessel,
Once filled with passion and hustle?
Now, it is just an empty jar.
Should I break it—
And rise above the bar?

I saw you painting—a canvas of chripping birds,
A face like yours—immersive, yet shy—
Holding warmth, an unspoken invitation,
Guiding through that arch.

And then, pointing at you...
And to share heartspace with another—
You see golden pillars—joining hands together.
Ah! It is not a souvenir,
An artificial gateway.
Let's pass through.

May you find something interesting altogether.
What could it be? you wonder.
Or how would it be? Is this the question that steals your thunder?

Just do it, let it out.
This deed would be there in your heaven's ledger account.
If you fail, if you stumble—that won't matter.
The gladness that you tried is all that matters.

Come, let's join hands together,
To go across and feel the weather.

Queen of Spades...
Queen of Hearts...
What should I say?
From where should I start?

Am I tired of writing stories of the heart?
For the heart brings a box filled with chaos—
A weight of dismay,
Ah! Some traces of illogical hope,
And some things... should I say?

Perplexed, he stands—
What should he carry, and what should he let go?
Don't bluff your cards—hey! Just show.

He wants to propose something to me, I suppose.
Maybe a proposal of care,
A proposal to share,
A proposal to collaborate,
A proposal—one that's fair.

Maybe he forgets—
Whenever one proposes,
The other may dispose.

Let me scribble my journey into this habit
Of adjoining weird words, making an ad-lib.

I once saw a fantastic persona.
Astonishing was their perspective.
Away they looked, though their presence was active.
You will never be able to figure out—
What's on their mind and what they are going to practice.

Headphones on their heads, voices in their minds.
The world on the other side is busy with its stride.
"In unique ways they tilt, their insights distill"
Two sitting at the table—they might assume them to be a couple,
Then laugh when it ripples.
Can you imagine the noise of those giggles?

Rumors and hoaxes—
I always sense a fox, an eye for an eye,
Hunting near the field of rye.

Funny, I feel, when I play detective of detectives.
When the case gets solved, why so reactive?
Recording incidents all over the crowd,
Instilling in lines, I write this rhyme—out loud.

Is this a new test?
I don't find it reasoned enough
That you left, thinking I would take care of the rest.
You were the one who taught me all
And believed that I could climb that big wall.

Without you, everything seems meaningless to me.
Should I grunt?
Should I cry?
Without you, I can't even shut my eye.

Is this the right way to leave?
Yes! Lesson learned—I have to strive.
But without you on my cheering side,
Even if I win a mountain,
I won't be content.

I miss the pride I used to see in your shiny eyes.
There is a storm with no direction.
I wish for a possibility of resurrection.

Undeniable, unfathomable, I felt a moment indescribable.
Leading towards an unexpected goal,
Yet desirable.

In shock, I am, yet cherishing it at the same time.
Questions found answers, long-awaited.
A smile— a diehard wish I perceived in real time.
I've been zoning in and out ever since,
Like someone pulling up and down the lever.
Brain stopped, not 'braining'—what a cringe?

Chitter-chatter—who knows? What's the matter?
In gladness, I repeal my senses.
High on elation, no offenses.

A moment so momentary,
With an impact, not temporary.
I felt a scene—contemporary

Flying over states on a blue flight
Hospitality and humbleness ----
Perfect blend to make a blissful ride
A culture mix slumber together
And so they break a bread that happens once in a
Lifetime.

A stranger to talk your heart out was rare to find
Conversion over a tea, was all a mesmerizing
bit..
About kings and their tales of fancies were all like airy glitz
And for a time being, A cloud got shy from our watchful eyes..
Two hours, between all of this journey ended in a meantime.
I don't know how to write my journey's end
For now I am content to have a stranger friend.