Sometimes I think I run too fast
Sometimes I pause for too long
The frequency of heart beat varies
but it is the right one at the time
The graph goes up and down
My brain goes round and round
It's twisted but a straight line
Many doubts but faith underlined
The universe is a deep inhale and inside
Pass through the flower valleys of soul
The feeling of complete and whole.

Early on I knew we were not suitable
But still I grasped for every moment with you
Water for a thirsty desert traveler

I followed you on a journey that went nowhere
For only to walk with you

Parallel lines never touch
But they never leave each other, either

dip my toe in the mystery of immersion
dabble in dappling with dew

a cog in the wheel of cogitation
a mustard seed will birth anew

Rather dance
happy and freely in the rain
than to carry the burden
of an umbrella.




Shell✨🐚

Soul is the mirror
Which shows me every particle of dirt on the face of my mind
Sometimes I ignore
But could not ignore for long

Then with the good deeds of face wash
I try to remove the dirt of those thoughts which makes it dark

On weekends I give services
to God like father
With face cream of his blessings I try to make face of  my mind glow.

With scent of his smile
I carry the fragrance to offer
in the feet  of my prabhu.

It becomes raining, it comes swaying,
So much to preach, the years of speech
I wish to get a bite, snack it when it is present, before it winds restless
A digital nomad, a modern-day poet, a social media prophet
He yearns for silence, a peaceful retreat, from the endless scroll and the noisy street
A lover of nature, a friend to the trees, a critic of progress, a seeker of ease
A paradox he is, a contradiction he stands, a man of the future, a man of the sands