A deer near a pond
Drinking water, sees a lion
Now fears the water

Falling leaves in autumn,
Washing all the sins away.
Crushed under the feet’s rhythm,
Mixing with the soil and clay.

Washing all the sins away,
Headed to fresh new start.
Mixing with the soil and clay,
Fixing the broken heart.

Headed to fresh new start,
Blooming flowers in spring.
Fixing the broken heart,
Like melodies from violin’s string.

Blooming flowers in spring—
Gave me a fresh new start.
Like melodies from violin’s string,
Solace that flowers bring to my heart.

Saw this place somewhere
Oh! It was my golden dream
Now the dream haunts me

Celebrating too early-
"Resign youhi", he said.
Then made a blunder-
An end to his journey.
The web i spread,
His king, ready to surrender.

Going round and round all the way.
Whether you count or not,
I count every second night and day.
Your life's ticking forward, filling like a ***.
The end is not far away.

Time flies by,
Everything fades away,
Like a candle burning out,
Watching it decay.
Chasing the light,
Losing the day.
Life and dreams
Fading away.

Candle burning out
Becoming smaller, melts down
Still giving out light

I am so sorry.
I am sorry, I didn't listen to you.
I am sorry, I ignored  you.
I am sorry, I did not eat what you gave me.
I am sorry for not spending time with you.
I wanted to hug you.
I wish, I could massage your feet.
I wish, I could give you a glass of water.
I am so sorry my grandma.
Now I want to face the truth.

Not just a fluid,
I am ink — the druid,
Shaping your ideas in a blink.
In depth of papers, I sink.

Not just a physical thing,
An end to your thoughts — I bring.
Not made to drink,
I am the almighty ink.

I flow on the paper,
With your thoughts — I caper.
Like the roots of a tree,
Even the history is written with me.

Not just a black fluid,
From the sac of a squid.
Not made to drink,
I am the almighty ink.

Remembering the shadows
Staring at the footprints left behind,
All through the journey—
A heart filled with regrets,
And eyes pouring futility.

Can’t blame the seasons,
No use cursing the mirror.
Life’s been falling like a dried leaf,
And the mind is filled with chaos.

Still, there’s a calmness in the silence,
And regrets hold a deeper meaning.
Fallen leaves enrich the soil—
Where new life begins.

Drowning in the sea
Choking- the pressure on me
But I learnt to swim.

Still hanging on tree
Unwilling- the leaf falls down
Now sways in the way

If a mirror could fall in love,
It would be you.
If a mirror could stare for hours,
It would stare at you.
If a mirror was to show something,
It would show the light reflected from you.
If that mirror had to introduce itself,
It would introduce you… to you.

The clock that does not tick anymore,
The sea that does not soar anymore,
The joy that does not roar anymore—
My soul suddenly went silent;
The body does not feel anymore.

Sitting like a stone,
Why have we grown?
The moon’s following you,
On the street, walking alone.

A bright beam of light
It fell right into my eyes
Now searching that light

Falling like crystals,
Raindrops from the sky.
Unfurled like a blanket,
Black clouds seem to cry.

And my room is filled
With earthy scent of soil and clay.
It evokes all my memories
And nostalgia all the day.

Joined by the dancing peacock,
It quenches thirst of flowers.
Crying all the way,
Black clouds loose all their water.

A sunrise that no one watches.
Unseen. Unappreciated. Neglected — it dispatches,
From the horizon, looking up at the sky,
Only to see the moon approaching by.

Raindrops on the roof,
They’ve given me a change of mood,
Washing all the desolation away —
Like a freebird, like a goof,
Inside me, joy that brewed.
In the rain, I dance and sway.

Little boy flying kite
Drifting in the air, strand breaks
Holds the strand alone

Water dripping down
From the leaf after the rain-
And the last drop falls

Sitting on shoulder
Swallow says to Happy Prince-
I will never leave

Wind drifting through grass
At my feet, it stops and moans
Wind breaks- moaning ends

You got a dream,
A spark inside you.
Your eyes got that gleam,
A passion inside you.

Each step is fuel,
The energy inside you.
Hard work’s a tool,
The patience inside you.

The dreams and the desire,
A hope inside you.
Turn the spark into a roaring fire —
You’re one of the few.

Life is full of pain,
The strength inside you.
Try again,
And make your dream come true.

What would a mirror say if it could talk back?
You stare at me as if I only show your looks.
But I reflect the weight your eyes hold.
Cactus is spiky—yet thrives where most life can’t.
Snow is gorgeous, but warmth it lacks.