Every verbal attack
               need not be answered with sword
Sometimes silence
                and ignoring the vocal abuses is more effective
Gives them less satisfaction
                 makes them feel insignificant
                unimportant existence of your life
It is better to leave dogs barking
                 then to stoop as low as them

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

Time I enjoyed
wasting the time
was the only time I enjoyed
and
Time I used
timing everything
was the time I wasted

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?

This is where it all began,
                     This will never go away.
The imprint sticks through,
                      for those who still care.
The reflection of the wrong sides,
                     which reminds the reason.
it was what it was ticking,
                     the weather of this season.

One day
this is going to end
whatever that started
because time doesn't understand

the breeze comes
passing by decades
get everything replaced
this place will look no same

the fast we embrace
the memory escapes
and we forget it ever lived
that one day, we've been in.

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

Last year's April looking me in the eye
where did all the days go by

a perfect human
and the imperfect God?

Where am I going to stay, if I go away.

White was it in the end
no colour, no
the pale skin
an uneasy peace
frightened with shadows
what in the end it came as white
a stream of light
in the night.

Changed what could not be
disturbed yet still
alive to see the shine
the sun, this morning
cheerful to come with all the might
the end of darkness
but then the life left.

White moon flowers in the garden
wilted after fighting the night
all remains was
the feeling of the defeat
prominent after the victory
all the black dressed gathered
speaking kind words
of how she won the night
and died despite.

why is the luck so tricky,
how do I trick luck in my favour,
or have I been lucky all along,
till the pendulum swung
the other way.

Why do I
ask for more
When I do have
enough ?

Why do I
look around
when I know
there is no
happiness to be found?

Why do I
speak lies to myself
when I already
know the fact ?

Why do I
make my life
unnecessarily difficult
by expecting
a lot more from me ?

Why do I do the things that I do?
What am I trying to do , trying to prove ?
Nothing makes sense to me ,
I do not make sense at all on reasons ,
why I do things that do not help me .

It came like a windchime in windy night,
A soft and gentle sound,
A whisper in the darkness,
A breath of hope.

It came like a warm embrace,
A feeling of peace,
A comfort in the storm,
A hand to hold.

It came like a ray of sunshine,
A break in the clouds,
A hope for tomorrow,
A light in the darkness.

It came like a song,
A melody of joy,
A reminder of beauty,
A reason to smile.

It came like a dream,
A vision of possibility,
A glimpse of what could be,
A reminder that anything is possible.

It came like a gift,
A blessing from above,
A miracle in the making,
A reason to be grateful.

It came like a whisper,
A gentle reminder,
That everything is going to be okay,
That you are not alone.

It came like a friend,
A shoulder to cry on,
An ear to listen,
A hand to hold.

It came like love,
A feeling of warmth,
A sense of belonging,
A reason to live.

It came like hope,
A light in the darkness,
A reason to keep going,
A reason to believe.

But why do I
feel like it came to me, and it is now gone again.

Winds don't know
where they want to go
They are lost
making their own path

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.

Withdrawn completely
there is so little to be
in the reality.

My eyes look for you ,
I can easily recognise your scent  ,
From miles away .

I feel a pull , my legs take me to you .
I crave for you ,
Whenever I am sad and alone  .

You make me happy,
Make this life easy,
Give me hope to go through difficulties

Though your taste is bittersweet
sometimes dark , sometimes light
But having you near is a delight

I do not know
what i'll do without you,
My beloved Chocolate .

Women are not a different species
They do not need a special day
Why can't you respect and appreciate her ,
love her and treat her equal everyday?

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?

Writing a program
is just like
following your dream

You know what you want
as your output
but it takes time to figure
which path to take
and you start with whatever you have.

You never realise the errors
you make along the road,
and sometimes ,
And you don't realise them,
till the end.

Some errors , you know
you solve them easily
And to debug some ,
you have to change the direction
And some errors , may make you rewrite    
and restart all over again .

But when it is all over
and you reach the place you want to
The satisfaction and excitement
makes up for all the problem faced
And we get ready to make
a new code, follow a new dream .

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

The stormy night
The lights are out
Enjoying the candle light
Alone in my flat
Watching the rain torrent
Heavy Sound of water
Touching the ground
And a hot cup of tea
Makes a perfect mood
to leave my thoughts behind
and write something
with pen and paper
in yellow light