Somehow
I'm never satisfied
I have this
but I'm always yearning for those

Somehow
this makes me sad
when will 'this' be enough
and I won't need those anymore

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.

There was a man in the town
He used to be everywhere I went
Wasn't following me , but his presence was felt
No one knew much about him
Just that he stayed somewhere in the outskirts
In mid 30s , he was quite a mystery
His every moves were talk of the town
Though I found him lonely
Never saw him talking or meeting anyone

His eyes were filled with knowledge of secrets
One eye glance make you feel , he knows you
he knows your story , your life history
your fears , your ambitions ,your thoughts
and makes you feel very vulnerable
Everyone were cautious around him
Gave him space , never becoming too much nosy
but aware of his each moves

He never said anything ,lived among shadows
There are various myths surrounding him
made from different gossips
but I do not think he gives them a mind
Isolating himself from the world
He gives out mixed vibes ,
pulls me into ,to solve this mystery
but I stop myself from being intrusive
For I will find something, I might not like

Only the human can become inhuman,
every day you meet this person.

Honesty
It is feeling
the genuine one

The year I've been me
No pretense
No act
I was never fine,
I've seen me be scared me

The confidence coat I've shed
I can see the marks
where I've bled
It is all on open
I am healing this time.

here comes the midnight
or the dark morning.

Wartime liquid *****
Praises from the distant dead
A penchant for vanishing
Seamless letters, fresh and extensive
Pulsating with life, yet deceased

A life that was once so full
Now reduced to these words on a page
A testament to a time
That will never be the same

But the ***** of that life
Will live on in these words
A reminder that even in death
There is still hope for the future

So let us praise these letters
Remnants of a time
For they are a gift from the past
A reminder that even in darkness
There is always light to be found

2024 is passing by,
January gone in a blink of an eye.
February halfway in
I cannot even count my breathing.
It's going away fast
I haven't achieved anything.
My foot buried in the concrete,
The time has gained in the speed.

Is it true what they say,
I was born in this world
to do the work in
endless ways.

How do I grow
When nothing in me can move

Tonight ,
Moon shines bright ,
Guides with its light ,
everyone lost.

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.

Type all the thoughts
Tenderness Torture
Trips that tries the tendencies
Tempts till the tricky turns
Traces the track to transition
Type these trending thoughts
Turn the trap on

I wished to be valued
I wish to be heard
I never felt those things
I have feelings submerged
In to the depths of pools
My sunken ship remains
I have no hope left
They'll never treasure me
For them, i am Trash.

Okay, so I thought I needed that new pair of shoes.
Like, they were totally on sale, and I'd been eyeing them for ages.
But now they're just sitting in my closet, collecting dust.
And my wallet is feeling pretty sad.

I'm starting to think maybe I should've saved that money.
Or maybe I should've treated myself to a spa day instead.
Or maybe I should just stop spending so much money on stuff.
I'm not sure. Life's a mystery.

Now I look at something else, something I don't want,
A typical mind battle, I'd be keeping through and forth.
If I don't stop my mind now, I won't be able to defend,
For in the end choices are mine, desires don't end.

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.

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.

Do our true selves come out
     when we are angry and screaming so loud,
we look no different than a monster
      to everyone walking by?
Are we really this ugly in reality?

No human can actually know what truth is
Because truth has too many dimensions
mixed with different perceptions
and people's interpretation
No human can see the truth in its true form

Do you sugar coat your truths,
So they don't taste as bitter?
Will it make it sweet enough ,
To **** the essence of the truth?
Or do you add a line of truth ,
between a series of casual talk?
So they don't have chance to react,
process the truth hidden in the words.
Or are you someone brave ,
To speak the truth
The way it is ,
And accept to face the brunt .

try and fall
then
       not try
and
**** your dreams

Trying Trying
to think something
positive

Really trying
to not be depressing
today

Trying Trying
really hard
to not start crying

Trying Trying
to continue trying
trying

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.

Forced from ancestral lands,
Paradise lost, a life undone.
Deserts encroach, sands reclaim,
Hope's flicker extinguished, one by one.

Fleeing across hostile borders,
Seeking refuge in shadows' embrace.
Home transformed to a crucible of pain,
Twisted fate etched on each face.

Lines of sorrow etched deep in their palms,
No solace remains, no beauty to find.
Only despair's echo in the desolate winds,
A symphony of anguish left behind.

He is unbothered, he is stunning
when we talk, i keep grinning
a matter of fate, how this begins
He is good guy within reasons
Secluded like me, antisocial like me
Loneliness in his eyes, I see
Brimming with hope, my heart
Sweet implore, need a headstart
looking out for better opportunity, us both
The tenacity, we soak
let's be little honest, I want to get to be yours
You are unpredictable set, a curious enough force
don't be so caught up in your phone
I don't wish to be forever alone

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.

In the blink of an eye,
Time passes us by.
We live our lives alone,
In self-made lies of our own.

We try to rise above,
But our castles crumble below.
When we're neck-deep in water,
Our steps are bound to falter.

We grip tight to the pole,
Believing destiny is our tool.
But in the depths of our scope,
We believe we are brought here alone.

Innate knowledge within,
Tells us we're all akin
A connect is what is missing
Our silver threads are entwined in
Pull and push, a sense of being.

In the cadence of a chai-stained dream,
Are you the spice that lingers, or a fleeting sugar high?
Will this yearning ripen into a love supreme,
Or fade like a forbidden beneath a starlit sky?

The ancient verses whisper on the wind, they say,
"Can even the Himalayas predict the monsoon's sway?"
A tempest of emotions, a monsoon in my heart,
Why this chasm between us, where two souls can't quite start?

You, a valley lush with melody, your voice a cascading stream,
And I, a concrete jungle yearning for a wilder theme.
Would you bloom in the chaos, this urban symphony?
For I confess, my darling, I am a creature of dependency.

In hushed tones, beneath the city's gentle hum,
I crave the rhythm of your being, a thrum against my own drum.
Let our bodies be the bridge, hearts whispering in the near,
For in this closeness, darling, all distance disappears.