Beloved
You held me
underwater
indefinitely
blue skies and dazzling outer space
flooded
my lungs, body, mind,
and spirit

this was no mere death
nor ordinary passing
but the birth of
something far greater
too vast to adequately describe

There is a new constellation
in the luminous heavens
it spans the entire prism
two starry lovers
enshrined
wedded in an eternal
inseparable embrace

I love you,
For still calling me *****
Even though you are 12
And that is not cool

I love you,
For making me smile,
When I am feeling down,
Even though I never tell you how I am feeling

I love you,
For knowing what I need,
When even our parents,
Haven't got a clue

I love you,
For staying naive,
In this horrible world,
Even though you don't like it

I love you,
For being able to hold your own,
When we are arguing,
Even though you are younger than me

I love you,
For showing the world your quirks,
And being proud the whole time,
Something I could never do

I love you,
For being my little sister,
For being your beautiful self,
For being there for me.

I love you, sis
Happy birthday

Why do we need protection?
Why are we scared of rejection?
We are a cradle of complexities,
Full of lies and duplicities.
Why do we show, what we are not?
Layering up things and making it rot,
The chaos that we create for a gain,
I don't comprehend the love for the pain.
What is it that makes life move on?
With all the sorrows, it still beats on.
Laughing faces with aching hearts,
So many wishes and faking arts.
Why it is important to always win?
Pain is everywhere but still faces grin.
Should we, be scared or break free?
Self preservation is a strong decree.
Survival is a continuous fight,
Who knows which path is right?
Best to follow where the heart leads,
In the end we'll know if we did succeed.

Your scarlet hair
        like a fire
                like the eternal flame
                        forever
                                will burn me.

By the end of winter
hind the canopy of leaves
they build a chaotic nest.

She sits meditative
he stands watchful
and once only my eyes could intrude
four bluish white nuggets.

When in the first winds of summer
dance the mango buds
small wings would ache
not to fly beyond mother's love.

But she knows no time to waste
so they too on the next winter
gather twigs for a nest.

If my poem arouses you then I know
I am doing something good
I am the poet,
the narrator of this poem
I write what I feel,
I say what I like
Somehow, I captivate my audience
Who I am, and who you think I am
or what you think of me.
Have no bearings  
on this poet's work

Therefore, I am who I am,
without the smearing
I am from this Century
where I am free from *******,
my words spread in a nanosecond,
across the internet,
however, my lip are sealed
my poetic spirit guides me:
until it’s time to orchestra
an forgettable vogon list of  poems
with my unique vernacular

I can take you the mountain top and
Make you believe it’s easy to climb
I can make you reach for the star,
Knowing that it’s unreachable by far

Life has a way of making you fall on your behind
The language I use, it far too complicated
Because I celebrates life with poetry
As well as I loathes it

So what’s your question?
I probably knows the answer