I have looked through flowers
They are dying without the attention
So are other beings
Waiting for a notice
A text, a message
A phone ring.

It is surprising,
Not meeting
A sudden situation
missing out on exchange
the needs are simple
short greetings.

You know them
Don't you,
Met in the corridor
The canteen,
In the bus,
In a cafe,
the bakery
The number saved on phone.

You call out
They'll hide
You reach
Be in touch
Approach
Kindness needs to be shown
Or they'd be gone
Far far away.

We miss out the dimensions
the way we see the world
It is all present but
I am just missing the perception
It is all lost in time and space
how different would it be
You see me with your lens
how much do you, apart from the face

It is all given,
Various notes are taken
I am just in my zone
with thoughts I have grown
I am biased
my limits of knowledge
how much could I gather
ignorance to be blamed

Everyone is online
seeking information
is it all present
what is the real design
Do we just exist
a body and no purpose
are we as important
Like everyone insists

And as life ceases
and cycle proceeds
The time passes on its pace
It is all forgotten
what intervention
when would it come
the truth is present
but still remains unseen.

sweet words,
they all disrupt
what facade,
just for show
kind reminders,
not kind at all
it is bitter,
so am I.

sweetened the truth
it is just half lies
and hidden facts.

not trusting
even the ones
who have perfect alibi
never doubting their bad intentions
whatever that could be
it is the smiles
the one most doubted feature
innocent evilness comes through.

Fall now
in the traps
or later
the bruises will
make their presence known
give me the worse pain
when on ground.

Death comes alive                                
               when someone is going to die      
to take them away from life.

better than never
my every day ever

the smile I wear
one of despair
with the morning sun
going out to feel the burn
the usual runs

the day brings
many stings
head low
knee above
hands over head
and a fall on the bed

I deal with the nervous excitement differently,
                           I freak out completely.

When people are talking
conflicts are erupting
even when everyone appear calm
some feelings are harmed

Using the most cutting weapon
we do not know how to control
The tongue has the most victims
no one considers at all

careless whispers
and the screaming match
hurting all those who matter
deeper than mere scratches

Resentment stays
as the words replays
and the distance grows
even if it does not show.

flames and ice
the river flows
still picture
highlighted features
all the arrangement
all on its places
but in the end
rich stains
is all that remains
ruining the perfection

Tomorrow , there's plan ,
Tomorrow, there'll be the end ,
Wait till tomorrow,
it will always follow
                           today .