Untitled- XXI

08/07/2019



.....and so I silently let the tears roll down,

for now they are my only companion.....

Untitled - XIX
06/14/2019

to a microbe
a teardrop
is an ocean

Opposites attract
08/01/2019

That which attracts at first
You'll know what follows

Fool I am....
08/01/2019

Fool I am, by age old
Still searching, for *** of gold
Over the horizon, I am told
Directional map, I am sold

Fool I am, by age old
Early morn, my bones are cold
Tools, I can no longer hold
Not in body, only mind is bold

Fool I am, by age old
In damp caves, map I unfold
Inhale pores, of the mold
In bed, after being scold

Fool I ain't, by age old
Imprinted on mind, vein of gold
Back I'll go, when no longer cold
In my hands, riches to hold

Untitled - XVII
05/30/2019

I wish for a heart
that will guide me through tender moments

I wish for a mind
that will guide me through intense moments

Shards of Knowledge
07/29/2019

In search for the purpose,
of our very existence,
we shift through, the
Rubble of Knowledge,
and piece together, what
others have left behind

as each piece availed itself,
and when two came together,
gleeful for being,
one step closer,
we trudge along,
in hopes of another

so many a times,
a picture seems to emerge,
and we anxiously assume,
and declare it to the world

but then, reality hits us,
on deeper analysis,
our conclusions were faulted,
for lack of all the pieces.
only to be frustrated,
by our own ignorance


the picture that emerged,
was enforced anticipation,
that lacked sound reasoning,
on closer inspection.
All we've collected, are
Shards of Knowledge

Unraveling.......
2015 - 2019



While no logical conclusion, yet emerged
All plausible definitions, lack certainty
A void, in our understanding
Leaving us, as lost souls

While the purpose, is still elusive
And its origin, at best unknown
It's existence, is paramount
For continuance

While many accept, what's preached
Uninterested, how 'twas reached
I'm still prodding n probing
In search of that illusive

What we inherit, when birth'd
A pit-stop, on its journey
Answerable, to none
Its presence eternal

So here's my conclusion
It outlines, all living ghosts
Changing hues, while absorbing
The karma, of its intended hosts

It preceded, the individual
With certainty, survive it as well
For all intent, it's non-destructible
Only to be absorbed, in its bigger self

It's visibly, invisible, a cloak
Encapsulating, forever a companion
While influenced, yet never the influencer
Our only lineage, through many incarnations

The answer to life's triad mysteries
Answerable for our deeds, is incarnations
The purpose for our being, yet remain illusive
Finally, the nature of the everlasting soul, is - aura