I don't have sympathies
I feel fine if you fall
I trust that in time you will march back
Throw the dust off
And get back
In the life race
It is a place
Where no one is leading
And every track is dirt filled.

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.

I want to be favoured
Favoured little bird
I want your attention
to be reserved
Solely on me.

You live, I live,
Not for anyone else.

We breathe air
Not borrowed from anyone.

not debtors or creditors,
we are free to live as we feel.

We were destined to come
learn the lessons
Because we are the blessed ones,
Seeing the changes come
Be loved by none
We come and go alone.

Our time here is a short span
our lifeline is much bigger than the deadline.
Let's remove the unresolved dependency of others,
There is no reason to carry the burden
And make the shoulders numb.

It's time we stop searching for higher purpose
And live in the moment here and now
deal with problems as they come.

I have never given anyone peace
Why was I born to be such a disease.

It's lonely times when I drink tea alone
It is an uneventful evening
I am caught up in worry clouds
Floating over my cup

On the barren lands
One lonely rose standing
just about to die

I used to be a kind soul
Now I am an eyesore
I used to be pink rose
fresh with lightness
Now I spread the dimness
Entrapped in darkness
Sharpening my thorns.

The radius of my love for you,
Like autumn leaves in hues so true,
Spreads wide and far, from heart to mind,
A malady of sweetest kind.

A cure I seek, but none is found,
My love for you knows no bound.
My heart beats fast, my breath grows deep,
When I am near, my love, I weep.

Oh, calm me down with some sedative,
Lest I become love's captive.
For thoughts of you consume my mind,
And leave no other thought behind.

But though my love may drive me mad,
I'd have it not, I'd not be glad,
To lose the feeling, sweet and pure,
That makes my heart for you endure.

So let me be, my love, my dear,
And let my love for you appear,
In every word and every deed,
A love that's sown and never freed

My love for you is like a flame,
It burns so bright, it's hard to tame,
Glowing maroon, burning sapphire,
So let's ignite a passion fire,
Chase through all the desire
It's clear, if the colour remains, when the yearning fades
But even so the true love remains.

unremarkable,
what a way to pass days
I have made no marks
to remember me by
And at nights, as I lie awake
I dream about how different
it could have been
if only if I was seen
with twinkles and gleam
but as the snow gathered
I slipped away
in the warmth I've known
in the bed I've grown,
I lie awake still
It is long night ahead
a merry christmas to you.

My need for having a need for me
Is it my ego, or just vanity
I want just a single person to feel
My absence, fondness
To reassure me of my self-worth
I'd like to be in touch with the reality

Your truth is different from my own,
You see me differently than I'm known.
I plead on bended knee,
Please listen, please see.

My words have caused you pain,
I imagined our talk in vain.
I didn't give you space,
To decide your own pace.

Misunderstanding, a cruel twist,
A bridge we must now cross and mend.
I'll try to see you through your eyes,
I'm extremely apologetic, she denies.

It's a hell,
Even when there are mountains,
scenic rivers, with sun shining,
Shimmering landscape,
and a burning village,
Because in the city nearby,
Monsters are breathing,
With their hands on guns,
They feel at ease in killing,
The land of their ancestors,
Ruled by these monsters,
It's a hell,
for innocent bystanders.

I made you my mother
and then,
you were lost.

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.

You are my muse,
The singular memory I choose,
My heart seems to refuse
to leave you as an entity to use,
My imagination keeps you
in place, I keep recreating
fantasies to replay
A different energy infused.

My amazing luck fails me
when I want it to work
and works its magic
when I expect it least

It is not even struggle,
Nothing I can fight
It is just heartache.

Just a bunch of thorns
and the half gone rose.

In every situation,
nobody is hero,
everyone is victim.

I had walked on this lands
when I was young
The green nature ,
magnificent horses ,
multicoloured birds ,
the blue sky ,
tall trees , scattered sunrays
and wild flora and fauna
accompanied me on this walk
around this beautiful island .
This nature's land

Ardently I gaze at the glorious hemisphere,
Seamlessly stitched by the branches of a tree,
Where birds of paradise hover with glee,
A symphony of nature's artistry.

In the verdant realm of my imagination,
Where dreams and reality dance as one,
I find solace in the seamless narration,
Of what we can discover, even when my heart burns.

The world is ours, they say,
But we don't own a thing.
We take what we want,
and possess no wit,
And then we move on,
Leaving nothing behind,
Nothing for any other being.

We are the generation of renters,
Not owners.
We don't care about possessions,
Only experiences.
We are always looking for the next new thing,
Never satisfied with what we have
Right in our hands.

We are the generation of disposables,
Not heirlooms.
Plastic is permanence,
It is towering our lives,
We throw things away when they break,
Not trying to fix them.
No time for reparation, just consumption
We don't value things that last,
Only things that are new and shiny.

We are the generation of entitlement,
Not responsibility.
We think we deserve everything,
Without having to work for it.
We don't understand the concept of ownership,
Only of taking and asking.

We are the generation of the future,
But we are lost.
We don't know what it means to be responsible,
Or to care for something at all.
We are the generation that will inherit the world,
But we will lose it
In a blink of the see the kingdom setting down.

It's lonesome time, feeling like I am not needed
Fallen leaves, they'll leave the scene in few days.
It won't be pretty, so better removed
The nature of human, better move on,
Forget the previous dawn.
No time reminisce, no time to care
Just be there to find your feet falling in line.

It is fatigue, linings on our face
Broken inside, but make up will cover
Every day, a flower dries,
Every night, a flower dies
It is sad view in the evening by the lake
Sometimes for progress, humanity is on stake

Today is no better than yesterday,
I miss everything from past lives and future times
It is always so lonesome on this planet,
Every creature is feeling the same kind of feeling.

I've been raised better, I've been raised well
At all crossroads, I will take the right path,
But I keep glancing back, the roads are rosy
The flower is blooming, while I have to walk on thorns
It is never easy, I should know better
The truth sure tastes bitter
But my heart will stay sweet.

Your ears I trust,
Your mouth,
  I do not

well I was ....
Wanting to wish ....
Now the ship has sailed ...
Nevermind,
the things I won't say
giving up on you
given up entirely
only if ....
seriously, ....
it's better if I don't ...
what do I even explain
So sorry if I bothered you
I am done being an emotional can
Crushed in your hand

I am standing
somewhere halfway
to the end
and I don't think
I have lived enough.

More half path
left to travel . .
and I am tired
knowing something
will come soon
something ,
which I am not prepared of