​The cartographers arrive with their new ink,
To draw the borders right where they think
The villain's shadow ought to fall.
A simple story, to enthrall.
​And the sermon comes from a well-worn book,
Whose previous chapters, if you’d only look,
Are filled with scribbled, ****** maps of their own.
Funny, the memory of seeds they've sown.
​But here’s a secret of the gathering storm—
No single raindrop keeps its pristine form.
The thread of innocence, once pulled so tight,
Unravels everyone in the fading light.
​The old chessboard is cracked, you see.
A northern winter learns to finally be
More than a pawn in this game of crowns,
And ignores the whispers from the gilded towns
That pay in silver to decide the truth.
​So they build a stage with flawless floors,
And double-lock the complicated doors,
Hoping the audience never asks what's kept inside.
Where all the tangled, broken histories hide

It's a strange thought to think that I am not just singular and free,
But a collection of the world, and all the world's just a part of me.
My thoughts, they come out, the world too,
It comes in, fused together, shapes make do
When every chair is just some wood, a function, and a given name,
Without the floor, the room, the maker, it could never be the same.
You see an object standing there, a thing to hold, a thing to see,
Believe it has a life on its own, but it's defined by you and me.
The body without us is no living, yet feels lived
The moment a joy appeared, was it earlier grieved?
A single deed has no true substance, a silent thought has no reply,
What is a doer without the doing, beneath an empty, watching sky?
A promise of a solid being, why does it feel like shifting sand?
This whole existence feels so borrowed, held in everybody else's hand?
Seated at my place, I have encountered too much already
I have lived a lot of lives, yet I don't see me steady.

It's absurd to believe that there is someone for somebody,
the likelihood of finding that somebody in the crowd of everybody,
When everyone has woven in their mind, an entirely different reality
Is it a curse to be on your own for your entirety
You find travelers on their journey, and get a word in
Believe that the entire world, heaven above must be listening
A human in a billion, with rest so many other beings
What are the chances of meeting the one surrounded by many
I am just running in and out, about over my destiny
What is fixed, what is variable, what is relationship, if not temporary?
A promise of meeting in other life, why bind me in the cycle.
A lifetime seems so much, yet incomplete without somebody?
What is it in me, that I am not sufficient to be without anybody?

Maybe I will be gone but you wouldn't know,
I am not part of your universe anymore.
You plucked me out of your thoughts
I don't think it matters to me when I am gone.
It just affects me now thinking you will care not,
I admit I cannot force my way into the lives I wish to touch.
I hope you remember me, my dilemma is such.
A person's significance is put to test when he is gone,
But you are significant to me, so much I care about.

If I was time
I'd see so many starts,
everyday moving,
every micro second,
the world changing,
pushing and pulling,
the universe exploding,
the earth rotating,
the man exploring,
the man and its unquenchable thirst,
the cycles repeating,
the rise and the subsequent fall,
the fall always follows the rise,
the end following the beginning,
It's temporary, that is permanent,
this too shall pass,
life is fair,
Time and time, again
are we all here in vain?

The village hushed, a fragile, ancient breath,
two figures moved through light and fading day.
Their vibrant silks, a prelude to stark death.
Fear tightened hearts, a cold and creeping dread,
but from that grip, a quiet strength took hold.
A silent promise, not easily unsaid.
No grand heroics, just a humble stride,
a path made livable through murky choices.
Hope, like a flicker, deep inside.
A stoic will, a lamb in winter's frost,
enduring seasons, through generosity's might.
No lesson truly, utterly lost.
As dawn arrived, no fanfare pierced the air,
just mud-streaked cloth, and hands that gently met.
A quiet courage, blossoming from despair.

It's like the little mind inside me
Minds not about my inner well being
Will stress for the things which are not in my hands
I will be worried about things not that significant
I'd be in my own world of misery
A beautiful creation of mine
Tearing into my ideas, destruction and the rot

It is just a small aspect where I got a setback
It could not have been the end of the world
But here we go into deep dissection
Let's find the reason which are unreasonable
Every person is distinct, their story to in some intersection
I have to be mindful of mine and them
Not everything has to be so serious

I feel the calmness, it is intrinsic within me
There is no doubt deep within, I know everything is transient
And need to be set free
This little mind is not mindful of bigger things
This is a step, the journey yet incomplete
World rotates, So do everyone
It's moving always, the sun shines back in the east.

Are we confined at all? Humanity lacking, where to find?
Stuck in this place, mind's grip, slow grind.
So much, myself, in this me-ness deep,
Like a lost limb, my beingness keeps.

Where's its place? This being's claim?
How's it all added up, this hollow game?
What if, truly, I'm less than I am?
Not real at all, a nothing's sham.
No I, no me, just not to be, plain.
Then to be or not, that's the eventual pain.

A void, yeah, us, a freedom's jest,
Not to be, can be, formless, hard to digest.
A soul hunting "what does it mean?"
But we're all the same, it would seem.
Simple, less, just the normal mundane,
We lie, we gather, can't wait to explain.

Seriously I am not sure
This uncertain future
Are we this close to the doom
I feel disaster after disaster
And I fear I'll hear next is BOOM!

This close to my place
this close to losing everything
humanity to turn to its end
back to being primitive
it will be back to **** and live
A skill I can not compete in.

The air hangs heavy, thick with dread,
Of untold stories, silently bled.
A ticking clock, a muffled sound,
As ancient fears begin to unbound.
This fragile peace, a thin veneer,
Hides the true chaos drawing near.
I watch the news, a constant stream,
Of broken hopes, a fading dream.

Each headline screams a chilling call,
As shadows lengthen, threatening to enthrall.
The ground beneath us starts to sway,
Will dawn truly break on a brighter day?
For years, they pulled the strings from shadowed rooms,
Whispering chaos into quiet blooms.

They redrew borders, stirred up ancient strife,
A grand design, shaping every life.
The rivers diverted, the forests laid bare,
For profits hidden, beyond all compare.
They thought they mastered the delicate art,
Of playing God, with a calculating heart.
But something shifted, a tremor deep within,
A rising current, where their reign grew thin.
Now it's out of their control,
The nature will take the toll.

You feel the tremor, borders pulse with spite,
A global stage, yet nothing seems quite right.
What brews beneath, a geopolitical storm,
Its oversight warps truth, reshaping form.
Incredibly knotted, each choice a chain,
Nations clash in shadows, and trust wanes.
You scan the screens, their glow competing,
Words of war and peace, ever fleeting.
Competition in every domain, the partners left stinging?

The truth screams loud, but splinters hearts!
Because the chaos spirals, no edge confined,
With scars unhealed, we’re watched, combined.
Picking apart all the shattered claims,
You dream of freedom, but war’s the trending game.
Reality cuts, stings with ruthless might,
This storm’s dark path blinds day to night.
Nations swear bright futures, yet wield all kind of lies,
Each gesture tracked by unblinking eyes.

In midst all this, AI is watching and computing, planning and generating.
The future is being destroyed by our hands, so much blood spilling.

You got a good name, good height, everything alright
What you turned inside, is emotional oversight
Incredibly twisted, any word is tiring
You overthink everything like you are competing.

Competition is with whom, the older you?
The truth is so loud, but sometimes beyond true!
Because the complexity turned infinity
With all unreleased sores, you choose indefinitely.

Picking apart all the plucked up parts
You dream of designs something off the charts
The reality hits, stings incomprehensibly
This danger looms always grievously.

Seriously you have bright future, but you wear shades
So everything you see is dark tinted
So much for innovation, the heart finds problems
We will always think about unused items.

On an empty canvas
i slowly draw an outline of me
but I disappear within those lines
and the border are no longer
who I am

Transforming
ever changing
Free me if you have captured
a photo of me
Kept me in your memory
I am caged there
awaiting to be released

It's what we tend to do
Keep hostages of past selves
We don't see how it is now
The jigsaw which fitted yesterday
is missing pieces today.

Fresh in the winds,
They are the eyes of the skies.
Look at the signs,
They have narratives to devise.
Candour in their guise,
Across the obvious divide.
Matters of valour, revised.
In the hindsight, there linger problems.
For the network, it is without the borders,
An influence, a spectacle, the scrollers.
Make the best of the data hoarders.
Grave advantage, grace in their claim.
Some signalling, reckoning,
We shaped what you find.
Supreme reach in the night,
It's the truth that flies.
So tomorrow, to see the revise,
You will deem this will lead to paradise.
But needless to say, no solace,
For who fragments peace on Earth.

My Motherland, my mother,
Your heart is a boundless sea,
The kindest love you've offered,
Pouring endlessly on me.

In seasons fair and darkest night,
Your gentle hand has guided,
A constant, unwavering light,
In your warm embrace resided.

Yet shadows creep, the terror's touch,
A cruel and chilling reign,
Seeking to take far too much,
Bringing sorrow, bringing pain.

But sweet mother, strong and true,
Your kindness never wanes,
We stand as one, devoted to you,
Breaking these terror's chains.

This pest, this foe, we'll drive away,
With hearts united, righteously,
Together, till the final stand,
United, hand in loyal hand.

Misinformation floods through every kind of media
What a troubled mind seeks, trapped within the echo chamber
****** into a whirlpool of twisted versions of the same event
Which tale speaks the truth, no soul seems to have an idea
It thrives on swift engagement and the wildly sensational
Making money on just how far to stretch the truth
Now it feels entirely different than it ever was

The audience is so well misinformed with their fixed ideologies affirmed
They grow ever more intolerant in their stubborn ways
Just one spark away from a raging, full blown fire
The algorithms assist this self conformed propaganda
The future is a war on what to  believe and not to
Now indeed there are companies who dedicate full time to this
Playing fast and loose with human aggression and emotions

In world of fake news
truth comes out only a few
but you know,
Even if you are true
there is but nobody who believes in you.

I yearn that all souls, anywhere found,
Are truly at ease, on solid ground,
Their spirits serene, in comfort embraced,
No torment to bear, no longing misplaced.
May hearts hold intentions both honest and true,
With gentle words spoken, and kind deeds they do.
I wish every being finds vigour and might,
Achieves their ambitions, bathed in pure light,
Discovers the purpose their journey unfurls,
With stillness within, in their own quiet worlds.
May affection swirls where their feelings reside,
And wisdom illuminate all deep inside.
I hope every person, as deeply as I,
May know this liberation, beneath the same sky

A chip in the brain
Chips in my mouth
Chipping away normalcy
A good life, sparkling misery
Controlling world
Can't control my mind
Who's got control
Interconnected worlds
Happiness chipped away
Regrets kept underneath
Living and breathing
With buried ambitions
There is no way to find peace
The buzz in the brain is unease
How did we lose the independence
Now we cannot show any defiance.

Blind devotion, a dangerous guide,
While reason sleeps, and truths hide.
Did you see the fire ignite?
The darkness in eyes, extinguishing the light
what a day in a lost paradise
But it happens yet again.

Paralyzed by the unknown, lost in shadow, how can I find the fissure where light might pierce this gloom? It presses in – a void that steals the air, leaving me breathless in the emptiness. Doubt, a fragile seed, sprouts even here in the suffocating dark. Where is the conduit for truth? How can it be brought forth? Is the only passage forged in fire? Must I consume myself, offer my own being as the flame, hoping its sacrifice illuminates the way forward?

I am a coward in disguise
You will hear it in well made up lies
I try to knock the sphere of wise
But I am caught up to my device
Walking on tiptoes over my vices
Avoid setting them obscure at the wrong timings
I have an act up, kind of pretentious
Put up a brave face, being cautious
For time will come to test your defences
What we prepared is not enough, they are relentless
So it is the time, time to get up
Would I, If I am a coward in disguise,
Stand up and rise?

we remember the moments of life,
the birth and the passage of time
it's like sunrise and the day
but can we forget the sunset
For it is the constant like everyday
Can we forget the death in anyway
For it is the truth for every life
can we neglect it, never consider it
Follow the goldrush, live with a lie
It's more common than we know
It's in our ancestory, every tribe and country
The rise and fall comes to all
But why does it feel not yet
till we are all but gone.

there are not enough words there to articulate
but listen closely to what I am about to say
I feel crushing pangs of sadness inside my heart
and there is no fathomable cause for it to hurt
There is nothing that is so deeply wounding in life
I am solemnly waiting, for answers for my feelings
Contemplating how to piece and what to change
The thoughts go everywhere, solution out of range.

I sit in front of my work and phone screen glaring my eyes,
My fingers move on their own, a restless, scrolling guise.
I tried to keep timers, to all apps I hold dear,
To see what I do, what amuses me here.
But I sit not still, the urge to scroll takes hold,
My fingers dance on glass, a story to unfold.
I always see that precious time has slipped away,
I know it's not, but guilt begins to sway.
Why am I addicted, to this digital life's gleam?
A mirror of some place, a fabricated dream.
But I am distracted, from where I truly stand,
Why do I wish to be, in some far-off fictional land?
For every ten seconds, my patience starts to fray,
An I saving time, or giving it away
Why do I let my mind, so easily stray?
My control is dwindling, a battle I can't win,
The screen's bright allure, pulling me back within.

I have everything, yet yearning for more
Life is full of opportunities, yet there is no score
Empathetic with others, I have too much already
Should I hope for surplus, or be happy to have my feet steady
I am privileged, yet should my dream soar in the sky?
It's inner dilemma, nothing is going wrong, but I just won't fly

The spirit's board, a chess of silent grace,
Where goals, like pawns, find their appointed space.
Invest like rooks, in wisdom's sacred lore,
Mindful as bishops, what paths to explore.

Like queen, a heart that counsels, serves, and mends,
A gentle nurture, where true kindness blends.
Control your knights, your senses wild and free,
No overreach, in silent dignity.

Each day a gambit, new and bright unfold,
Accept the check, where patience makes you bold.
Forgive the captures, learn from every snare,
Humility's white king, beyond compare.

Black and white it seems, the boxes we stand
It's good, bad, all moves can't be preplanned
So with time, make the best of it
A soul is its very own mate.

I knew there was bound to be a collision
And I knew I would have to be the witness
So rather than avoid it, I anticipated it
I waited and waited, planned and plotted
The exact place and the time for inevitable to set in
The moment it occurred, I was numb
Envisioning it daily, relief flooded in me
Now it presented me, an opportunity to not ponder outcomes
I could enjoy the life as it comes
The collision was not in my purview
I had no investment whatsoever
But still got sleepless night for it.

Are we free to do
what we want,
ask yourself
what you want,
are you free
or paying rent,
am I free
or trying not to vent?

Freedom from what?
I am tied on every want,
the need of this body
my soul is trapped
the cycle is never ending,
are we doing this again,
we keep meeting
everytime it rains.

Free myself from my identity
the ego, of what am I doing,
these free laboured breathes
are forced in me
the life, I need to make most of it
Break the chain, brave the pain
We are free to do what we want indeed.

Is awareness I lack, I am unaware of that,
What can make my mind full mindful?
It is bringing me close to the count of the breath I take
But I unaware if I am still asleep when I wake,
What could possibly be blocking my sight
how to delve deeper in the insights,
am I lacking in anything?
What move do I play, do I need deep cleansing?
I am practicing daily to retain the bliss,
But by the end of the day, somehow it flees.

What has the future in store for me
Maybe it can give me a sneakpeek of that story
I am crumbling thinking about it
it's called worrying I know
Just a small peek, that's all I want
Or maybe more, the more I learn more.

Maybe it adds up, the things we wish to ignore
And we see it set in all at once
The worst case scenario happens
and I knew it from the get go
I felt relief rushing in
That I didn't die as it happened
Like I can still breathe in
and find ways to sort the issue
It multiplies, the level of the next thing to come
I cannot believe how much this human
Is made to see in one lifetime
The limits to be taken further
One panic to other, one escalation to another
All it adds up to high blood pressure
And one day I will completely disappear
Without a care and no thought to spare.

By the trees, I remember the street
I am bad at direction
In my life, directionless is all I've been
Going through the wrong turns
Coming back from the long cuts
Walking three miles for one
By the trees, I remember the street
All I wish to be there again.

Buzzing sounds in the ear
Is it awakening tone
Bring your breath in control
And your body core
Lights up to the sound of the universe
It's illuminating you
Far from the darkness that surrounds you
Keep your eyes closed and within
And immerse in the feeling
For bliss and joy are hidden beneath.

It's in the night when you breathe in
And the calmness spreads within you
You look at the moon and then the skies
Feel the smile on your face
After the tears swept away
For it is the end of the day.

It's a cycle how it goes
I am aware but yet I am unprepared
It's a cycle, everything is temporary
And yet I lose the cool and get worked up
I fill the water much, it overflows the cup
So the expectations aren't met
the lifestyle is quite set

I live in past and future tense
I lose my being, the need for sense
I don't do anything in present
I am here, yet you can feel I am absent
But when I see the moon,
It reflect back right now
I feel it in my being,
In my bones seeping
I feel the calmness rise
At this moment now, I know I am wise
Forgotten away, all my vices.

What he eats, he becomes,
we see ruthlessness, what is in the stomach?
Killing kindness, the kind of vile violence,
the pain in our eyes, it was in their eyes.
Killed collective consciousness
be prepared what comes next,
What we sow, we reap
it feels like a clean sweep.

I am reduced to a category
in the digital lifestyle.
The big giants govern me
Try tricks to entice me
To make it seems savoury
Feed me with bits that will modify me.
AI, advertisements and data,
they'll come together for business
Reduce me to a row of my criteria
They will see they can manipulate
with the day and time of my play.
They know exactly how I will simulate
At the least they have me ready
with the sentiment and numbers to calculate,
And it is only starting to be integrated.
Soon, the super intelligence would rule,
Being omniscient and omnipresent,
A new god on cue.

Oh, hearts so close, yet worlds apart,
Thoughts whispered softly, a work of art.
Differing views, like stars that shine,
Each soul unique, a treasure mine.

To share my thoughts, a leap of faith,
A vulnerable soul, in nature's wraith.
Your words so casual, yet meanings deep,
A hidden sorrow, a silent weep.

I filter words, with care and grace,
To mend the world, and find my place.
Yet minds may differ, like distant shores,
Each soul a mystery, forevermore.

A frequency gap, a silent plea,
To connect with hearts, wild and free.
Beneath the surface, a hidden strife,
Are we as saintly as we claim our life?

Ecstasy feeling
it's cut-cutting through me
It's like getting everything
a divine inspiration.

Greater than the sound
It's filling me loud
contemplating about going
a complete surrender
It's going to stop now.
Going upwards.

We build towers to touch the sky,
Yet forget the earth beneath our feet, where we lie.
It's not fun to look up and not find stars,
Everyday we go pick up new battles and the wars.
We dig up our own graves and find people to complain,
The balance is off, the peace is hard to reign,
We are powerful, but our energy is misplaced.
We find ways to distract, ways to be dazed,
We were once tall, yet we grew so small.

Must be so simple to express
there is simply no reason to distress
More comes close to being less
Less becomes more as I say it
It comes out as with how I breathe
the gardens will bloom the same.

how is the reality inside your mind
are you surprised with what you find
sweeten the sourness if you get bitten inside
It is exactly where we live whole time
Why is it filled up with so much grime
Are we really exactly who we claim.

To pluck the courage, it is the right stage
no matter who comes, who encourage
anything happens, no reason to rage
It's natural that we leave the world
the rhythm keeps up even without a girl
Without ego, we are part of this chain.

I'll wake up from my unreal dream to another unreality
I sleep from this place back to a different world
I pace from here and there
not understanding my destination is where
And it's been so many lifetimes
I have passed from different modes
Walked so many different roads
to attain my true self
Close my eyes and connect back
A little bit of true self help.

Maybe I'll die tomorrow,
but I am worried about the event next month.

The thoughts of my mind
the words of my tongue
it's the same as what gen ai does
But the soul that I am
it's beyond the dimensions
unreplicated but same as you

If I am bound by the things that I like and dislike
how in the world I could be free?

Thoughts, like whispers in the wind,
Sometimes carry burdens, hard to mend.
We speak our words, yet meanings bend,
For hearts and minds don't always blend.

To share one's thoughts, a risk it seems,
A vulnerability that often gleams.
Yet, honesty sometimes beams,
Like stars that shine, yet distant dreams.

We filter words, a calculative art,
To shield our souls, to manipulate each part.
But in our minds, a world apart,
A different truth, a separate start.

How can we bridge this frequency gap,
And find a way to truly grasp
The hidden depths and the monstrous scraps,
That lies beneath our saintly cap?