Like a sunflower, that follows every moment of the sun,
I love to see you, to follow you, my love.

Awful times, to-do list overflows, yet nothing feels worth doing.

It skipped a beat when their eyes met,
And skipped again, with contact set.
His heart raced fast, like an F1 car,
Her soft smile soothed him from afar.

You are on right path if you know that your past self wouldn't be able to handle what you can handle now.

Lost was time and sense of peace,
At start, it was chaotic, calm ceased,
Slowly and slowly, condition got better,
But it only did, cause I fought the fetters..

Another day, another mask,
A weary soul, a fragile task.
It's been so long, I've lost the feel,
Of what is fake and what is real.

Moved there to move their heart
Worked there to move their heart
Lived there to move their heart
The heart did move,
But for someone else...

I am so lost, so lost
My mind feels blank, it's fully blanked
Life seems so dull, dulled soo much
My eyes have lost, lost all light.

I want to leave, leave behind everything
Just run away, run away from everything
Nothing feels worth, lost faith in everything,
I need a leave, to find peace within.

They ask ,
I reply ,
Conversation ends.

This feeling,
The feeling of having full heart,
The feeling of having a mind storming,
The feeling of having a suppressed soul,
But not being able say anything.

Too many things to say,
Too many things in mind,
Too many things buried in heart,
But when the mouth opens,
Mind blanks, Heart silences, Words vanish.

Not being able to speak,
Not being able to write,
For a writer, it is failure,
Failure in life, in passion,
Failure as a person.

Is it lonely to have only you and your pen together,
or,
Is it a beautiful time to have your pen together with you,
at the end of the day?

Life seems like a dream,
a mirage of different thoughts.
But if only it was,
I wouldn't be what I am,
I wouldn't see them go away
and,
I wouldn't be left alone in this world of billions....

A fight is a double sided sword ,
It can either bring peace or,
It can lead to war.

I am just like an open book but wriiten in a language you can't read.

They thought it would be easy to call back,
They thought it would be easy to leave behind,
They thought he wouldn't mind if they left him,
It was as they thought, he didn't mind,
For he had already suffered worse in past,
Heart dead, Mind blanked,
A humanoid machine living for the sake of living....

If love was simple, not perplexed,
Would it still claim the title, most complex?

What should I say?
What should I not?
****, too much to think of,
It's better not to talk..

When expectance change to acceptance, life becomes calm and soothing.

From first day to last,
No one could take off the mask,
Oh, how perfect I have become in this.

Giving a flower,
It was a simple gesture for her,
For she was kind and sweet flower girl.
She didn't know,
That's how he fell for her,
Loved her forever,
Even though he was Demon King of Hell.

A single tear from eye,
The man ran, as if running for life,
Left all work and stuff he had,
For he knew what that tear meant.

In his house, she sat on bed,
Bandage in hand, cream on the cut,
The cut from knife, was small but deep.

The bell rang, she looked up,
Hurried steps, hurried words,
"ARE YOU OKAY?" she heard the shout,
Her eyes fell on phone, many missed calls.

A sweet smile appeared on her lips,
A sigh escaped, for making him worry, again

Lovely life, a hearty soul,
Sweetly happy, sadly whole.
My moods I show for all to see,
But only my notes know the real me—
The dreams I chase, the goals I seek,
The quiet longings I dare not speak.

Looks weren’t enough—
I fell for words that lifted me,
Encouragement wrapped in kindness.
But it was only kindness.

So, I smiled and tucked it away,
While my heart quietly bled.

They say,
Study and hustle now,
To make your future better.
But, what about present? And what future?
Time doesn't return,
You expect us to sacrifice,
For time which hasn't come,
Or will it even come?
For me, The time they think I waste,
Isn't waste of time for me.
For, I don't regret what I did,
And strike to never regret,
In future you spoke of
And bid.

Sigh...
I loved a flower so much that I left it to gaze everyday, instead of plucking it off.
It was plucked by someone and then throw away a few moments later,
the flower withered, so did something inside me.

Uff! This life,
Not every moment brings happiness.
I don’t even need happiness every moment,
I just need the one, who brings happiness in moments.

The one who stays with me,
In the troubles of my heart, with troubles of my mind,
In the painful days, in the nights that betrays.

When,
There is peace everywhere,
but my mind remains restless every moment.
It’s the story of every night,
when even in silence, my mind stirs.
The stories of the entire day, of the bad days, that haunt me,
Bad memories, bad things, bad companionship, that taunt me,
Every moment reminds me,
of what I wish to forget,
What should I do with this mind,
this heart, that torments?

Only,
In that moment, I need a support,
To conquer those moments,
I have to cavort,
To calm my mind, to life my heart, I need a support,
To live, to grow, to do, I need a fort.

I am not asking for wealth, nor am I asking for riches,
I want that, who will stitch my stitches,
I set out in the world, searching for it,
I don’t know its whereabouts, yet searching for it.
I walked alone for it, for something that has no trace,
I have only this hope in my heart, that someone will come across my pace...

Life—
a reality you can't escape,
Thoughts collide, words hesitate.
Want to say something, different thoughts in mind.
Forced to say something, not everything goes right.
The moon looks beautiful every night,
The dawn sun seems stunning sight,
Midnight stars, midnight night,
Dark sky with dim lights,
The nature makes the heart bright.

"Today was same like other..."
On her grave, he continued his words and sitting on the grave, she listened.
He could feel her presence,
She could see and hear him,
But they would never meet in this life.

Mistakes were made by many,
Some amend and journey on,
While others, burdened, lose their dawn.

Look, here
Look, there
Look, everywhere.
You will find inspiration, meanings and happiness,
All you need to do is step forward and look around.

I achieved it, but at what cost?
Everyone behind, no one in sight, no one by side.

Loops, Functions, scanf, printf,
Printed "F" in the code of life.
Semicolon—rare in English prose—
Breaks the line,
Breaks the life,
And sometimes
Breaks the programs, though.

Each break takes hours to debug,
Chasing phantoms to squash the bug.
Enemies unseen, so small, yet sly—
One by one, my patience dies.

One program, infinite logic,
A single thought with paths symbolic.
Analogies stitched in endless loops,
Compiled with errors—jump through hoops!

******* it—another round.
Fixed the line, the fix profound.
"Program compiled: no errors found."
Happy smile, my mind crowned.

But an output, strange and new—
The code betrays me. What to do?
Smile erased, my joy unwound,
Hands on laptop, laptop on ground...

Mistakes made, one after another
Nothing worked, nothing left to wonder,
Was the start, a big mistake?
It looked beautiful, but lies look the same.
Starting was good, everything worked
One by one, thorns pierced,
As if truth was unveiling, throwing the lies
Sadness crept up, happiness flies.

Time passes, repeated actions,
Efforts doubled, results lessened.
A breakthrough is needed,
to break the cycle,
Living is what I want,
not the survival.

Left with no choice,
the diary flew out the window,
the guitar retreated to its dusty shelf,
books opened, summoning forgotten truths.
Ideal Self wept; Passion Self withdrew,
Real Self emerged, while Societal Self loomed.

I don't know how I feel,
Is it love? Is it even real?
Never have felt this way,
Maybe because I wasn't this way.

Simple talks bring a smile,
But I don't long for if didn't talk for a while,
I want to talk but I can't say,
What am I supposed to do, I don't know the way.

Would it be odd? Would it be wrong?
All these thoughts come in mind,
My heart says no, my hands on bind,
Is it friendship or are you just kind?

Don't wanna mistake kindness,
Nor wanna start if there is no geniuness,
They say it's true, go for it bro,
But I don't wanna regret, nor wanna let you go.

It was for a moment,
I saw what others didn't,
And then I realised,
How different you were,
How different you seemed,
How similar we were,
How similar we schemed.

Like a moth to fire,
Your hidden sides lit m desire,
Desires to know more of you,
Desires to solve and uncover you.
It was as if I found the mission,
As if the reason I lived was for this mission,
To uncover the secrets hidden inside,
To see the real self, masks aside.

It was a short time,
Just thirty minutes of chat.
I waited all day for it—
Was it worth that?

A smile lingered, soft on my face,
But it faded too soon, left an empty space.
////
After the talk, a smile took its place.
Yes, it was worth it, I’d say.

Sitting in a corner, sipping my tea,
Watching the scenery, smiling with glee.
Sky so blue, the grass so green,
The morning sun casts its golden sheen,
The horizon distant, yet so close it seems.

Sitting in a corner, sipping my drink,
The music flows, and couples in sync.
Romance fills the air, a rosy hue,
With my partner, a toast to renew,
Our glasses clink, a bond so true.

Sitting in a corner, sipping my coffee,
My little one grins, holding a toffee.
Bags on the left, and bags on the right,
Still not enough, she eyes a new delight,
Few understand my humorous plight.

Sitting in a corner, sipping my shake,
Watching the couples, my heart does ache,
The empty seat in front, reminds of past
Reminds of past, reminds of my last.

Even in despair, hope hides within,
To make the impossible possible, she begins.
Defeating defeat with all her might,
Giving meaning to what's deemed a blight.

Unmoved by rejection from the crowd,
Caring not for acceptance loud.
She does what's right, even in wrong,
Unknown, infamous, yet strong all along.
The world may ignore, the world may stay blind,
But to her, her name is truly divine.

Sometimes, I wanna just run away,
Run away from everything,
Everything away from me,
Me, alone, walking in a forest,
Forest with tall trees and soothing breeze,
Breeze on my face, clearing away the dirt,
Dirt left on me by society,
Society that ruins the innocent life,
Life which now feels dread,
Dread, thoughts of despair and death,
Death, which is looked forward to sometimes.

Sometimes I wanna be in crowd,
Crowd so bright and cheerful,
Cheerful talks about happy lives,
Lives not ruined by reality,
Reality that often strikes,
Strikes to destroy the imagination,
Imagination of various fictions,
Fictions which I daydream,
Daydream to be away from reality,
Reality that always scares Me,
Me looking out for sometimes.

Sometimes I write poems,
Poems written by me on many things,
Things like talks of lives and goals,
Goals that people dream,
Dreams of people that died,
Died chasing the real lives,
Lives lived for others, not 'me',
Me who wants to do for 'I',
I, who wants be the poem sometimes.

Wrote a lot,
Many smiled, many cried,
Many laughed, many sighed,
Just,
Couldn't write for self,
Nor,
Could say anything for self.

Q.) Who hurt you most?
Ans.) ....
Me, my brain, my heart, my soul,
Mind: full of over thoughts, so bad so foul,
Heart: full of love, but one-sided, so foul,
Soul: Yearns freedom, trapped in body so foul.

Me, trapped in between,
Too much pressure, I'm cavin' in,
Thoughts, like chains, snare me,
These emotions, won't free me,
My superego silences my id's plea,
While my ego betrays the real Me for 'me'.

Did I miss? I think I did,
Was it a mistake? Hope it isn't,
Did I open to wrong one again?
Hope it isn't true, or I will break.