The next level
        comes on its own
        if your present task
        has achieved the best possible

Most dreams are unrealised
to have them is to be agonised:
on the here and now, focus
that's an easier route to happiness

I'm almost positive I heard them talking

Talking in their protective, yet complaining manner

They say, they only get to interact with the weak

They say, they're all too often held responsible for the bond between others

What's the matter with them?

They're the ones full of chemistry

They're the ones who can escape scott free

While I have to stay inside and act positive about it

Just once I'd like to not be in the middle of everything

cuckoo songs echoes
mangoes fill with nectar
nature's taste unfolds

are you still
there?
i noticed
your silence,
villain disguised
as victim
brought to your knees
brandishing
your bloodied hands
as a casualty,
like they aren't
the weapon
like you didn't
walk your greedy
little fingers up
inside my rib cage
and take it all.

Some of us are lucky
To be by a golden bucket of peace
It’s calming
It brings a feeling of beatitude
When we immerse ourselves
We can lose our daily troubles
Slipping into a special place
Of safety
Of belonging
Of familiarity
It’s a place one doesn’t want to leave
Ever
Have you found yours?
Treasure it
It’s precious
It’s rare
Believe
In possibilities
Light up the world

Life is layers upon layers
of memories
in the labyrinth
of the mind
of every kind-

a present event
or a feeling
or a mood
an imagination
will trigger
their appearance
which will have
to be processed
or attended-
it's helpless
to fight or desist -

memories upon memories
coalesce into a maze
in the kaleidoscope
of time- one's personal life
is written and shaped
in some strange image.

The poetry graveyard
They call delete
Millions of words written
None shall meet.
Sentences
nouns and verbs
All forgotten
Never to be disturbed.
Poetry written
not to be read
Into the graveyard
Along with the dead.