I am addicted to tea. Seriously. It is concerning.
I am addicted to watching that old show Mad About You  
I am addicted to watching that old show Blossom
I am addicted to fluffy blankets
I am addicted to music
I am addicted to books
I am addicted to writing
I am addicted to Hello Poetry it Is actually negatively affecting my ability to function I am not kidding lol
I am addicted to the color black
I am addicted to makeup
I am addicted to tea (I needed to say it twice so everyone realizes how serious it is)
I am addicted to being weird
I am addicted to laughing with my friends
I am addicted to poetry
I am addicted to bubble wrap

Cut through the imaginary chains
Get a grip on the life’s reins
The journey maybe tough
Diamonds are polished by the rough
Journeying through the dark
Frictions may cause temporary spark
Running frantically across difficult territory
The pain and agony is just transitory
Life is there to celebrate
When you are confident and don’t speculate

The mother and a kitten:

He was in a deep slumber when she sentient him,
left abandoned by his mother in the perilous world,
She couldn't resist herself but to hold him in her palms and to get him out of this vulnerable plight,
She touched with her bare fingers,
Her fingers which caused the convulsions in his body and he was astir from the sleep,
He ungainly postures his body from the ground,
With her gentle hand and nimble fingers she clasps him to her *****,
His starving triggered by then,
His craving cry from the parched throat was in resonance with the throbbing of her heart,
She couldn't bear the mewling and he was just delivered from the cocoon of the nature,
The immediate slake with the milk is most essential to his survival now,
Every moment she waits could bring only the harm to his existence,
She unveils her motherhood and unclothe her breast,
The deepest feeling trenched his soul which pushed her hands to snuggle his neck to her *****,
He dipped his silhouetted lips unconcerned about gasps to satiate his flesh,
He suckles the **** of her and sips the essence of the motherhood,
The tears tilted across her chin and then traversed to her breast and then to his face,
She then realized that the tears are shed from her eyes and drenched her body,
She couldn't even weep as she was holding him and she doesn't care a hoot about tears,
and with the satiated appetite his eyes slowly sinks into the darkness,
the mother mirth induces the rainbow in her eyes by seeing the kitten sleeping tranquilly in her hands......

To fill the silences of the ambience,
To unravel the sounds of the existence,
To frolic with the air and fire,
To dance on water,
To breath in space,
To fuse with land,
To see who is me and who is not me,
And understand there is nothing that is un-me,
To understand the fusion of the creation and creator,
To swim in the clouds that metamorphoses the moisture,(of air)
To hover in the air without wings,
To evade the stop that hurts me id est to killing the time wherefore it holds the universe,
To understand the cause of the origin of the universe,
To understand and explore the time,
Which is darkness,
To understand the darkness,
To understand how from darkness somethingness emanate,
To **** the time as my life exists in time,,
To portray the creation,
To kiss the venomous cobra,
To create the uncreated,
To dissolve into creation,
To rendezvous with the one who is responsible for this oneness,
To staunch into the silence,

Are the deepest relationships relished just to relinquish at that moment,
Every breath is drawn to being subsumed by you ,
Is this life an overture to eternity,
I am in this mischief game played by the nature,
And she dragged me into this game,
The moment I am here is the moment she disappeared from here,
I know two molecules of hydrogen and one molecule of oxygen combines to form the water....
But I don't know why it should happen....
I know water and air becomes rain,
But I don't know why it should happen,
I know the chemistry of the nature....
But I don't know why that blithe bond,
I know I am manufactured using those five-elements,
But I don't know why my existence,
My existence makes indifference to this planet,
Only a human on this creation has this potential to contemplate on this existence,not any other creation.
To think in a way we think,
To explore the ultimate possibility....
When we are given such kind of possibility I think we should at least acknowledge it,
We are the replica of the nature,
We are the prototype of the god,
Every human being is a potential god..
It makes us to question our existence,
When we ask the biggest question in our life,
Where all the questions can be condensed into a single question,
The answer which is not found in any books,teachings but in ourselves,
The answer which cannot be deciphered by our intellect,
The answer that only answers when our answer becomes the question,
and there where my thoughts cease to exist,
Only there I could ponder this universe..
Are we willing to spend the essential time on it,
Many-a-lifetimes take for a human to decipher the universe,
And when he does,he doesn't want to be here,
To move into the timeless existence,
To escape the time is to escape everything and nothing.
Are we willing to exist in the non-existential of thoughts to imbibe the existence,
Only when our seeking becomes super-intense,nature will reveal itself...

Hmm...voila!That was the moment...
a minuscule moment yet it elicits and engulfs eternity...
To be in that moment is to have lived eternity...
Eternity engrossed me....her eyes are ardent architect of nature...
When I see her eyes I am vulnerable to her....
The consummate of air,flesh, water,fire...
Is the source of her eye,
A complex subtlety of life,
But what I see is the eternity,
The eternity that is encapsulated in her eyes,

What an ardent architecture,
only under her(nature) tutelage it could have been possible...
The zephyr from the air,and the water cascading from the bucolic mountains must have metamorphosed themselves with the verdant life on the earth to emanate such eyes:eternally evolving.
I am as enchanted as I could be,
Letting my life unfold itself with her gratifying glances,
Those glimpses of the eternity reverberates in me like the thunder,

Ruptured from the nature,
blossomed from the beatific earth,
Ensue:she is bearing the fruit entitled eyes...
so then an endeavor excursion of my sojourn had begun....

From the conscious silence to the nomenclatural sound....
From the existential time to the reverberating silence...
Existential sound from the evolving time....
Evolved time from the sustained silence...
Time drenched into the time breeding timeless life....
Life is creator and creation,
It is the play of both of them,
We are their children and everyone of us,
Not just only human beings,every creature on the planet...
Existence is not human-centric,

We are living in the creation,creator is beyond physical....
Life is the voice of the creation,
and the source of our life cannot be seen through our eyes as it is more subtler and beyond physical,
Life is ubiquitous,there is nothing which does not have memory....
Even nothing which is everything and which is life also does have memory.....
Their memory is to act according to the intentions of other lives,
They carry our intentions and consequences,
Intentions and consequences are not apart,they are in the same moment
but one may descry the consequences after a certain period,
but they happen at the same moment as intentions does happen,
Silence bred sound,
and the sound bred me,
And then I am going to dissolve in to the silence......
Life is uncreated,In other words it created itself....
Let me dissolve in to the source....
You cannot breed consciousness nor silence nor the source of life,
one can only dissolve in to the larger entity....

Of all the misery and happiness that I have gone through my life,
it seems that the time is the only aspect that still fetters me to this life...
even a light cannot escape the time and it travels through the time...
If I **** the time which holds the life and universe together,
I would transcend this life..
It would illuminate my life and pave me the way to that constant experiential state of divine...

Ever starts
Never ends
Some feelings don't fall apart,
Synecdoche,love.

Into the nothingness;
Unto the non-existence;
(which doesn't contradict with existence)
Detach from the self-centric universe,
ubiquitous nothingness.

Never you could me,
Nor could mine be you,
Yet we are endowed with insanity,
The innate insanity that secretes love.....

"In relinquishing the limited, the unlimited becomes yours.”