My past won't protect me
My future is set to destroy me
what will I be doing now
smiling at the creations
is everything just decorations
it's all set up, and I keep my time
It's now what I do
It's in present how I be
don't fight, be at peace
I live and breathe the tranquil.

It's a reality when it is observed
It is unreal if no one sees
Even imaginary is unreal
but feels as if it is not.
If real is not real, why do I feel
we are running to acquire nothing
Are we onto something being
driven to see nothing sticks for long enough
If what I have doesn't make me happy
I manifest things with great yearning
But when I acquire, it just loses its lustre
Becomes painfully ordinary, are we onto anything?

we are participating in this life
It is real or fictitious, maybe both
we perceive it in our mind
Likely we have different insights
The echoes of our actions in a fleeting sound,
We bark out like a wounded hound.
We chase the shadows, of a promised light,
And grasp at substance, that dissolves in night.
The questions linger, in this hollow space,
Is meaning woven, or a fleeting grace?
Perhaps the journey, is the only truth we find, we are onto nothing,
A constant searching, of a restless mind.

Where dust divides, a hue of difference in colours,
A country, one side, then other, invaders
We're mere humans, yet we claim our provenance
Confining gaze, a breath of tainted air.

The wall ascends, a shadow cast in fear,
A tangle wrought, where whispers disappear.
Eyes, distant pools, reflect a foreign face,
A phantom "other," in this bounded space.

We carve our claims, on earth we cannot own,
A fleeting reign, on seeds of discord sown.
Then plunder deep, and leave the hollow shell,
A vacant home, where echoes darkly dwell.

We chase the sting, to taste a fleeting sweet,
A twisted chance, where joy and sorrow meet.
A wheel that turns, a truth we cannot break,
A hollow faith, for empty futures sake.

What bones lie buried, beneath our polished lies?
A silent scream, where nature slowly dies.
The withered leaf, the silenced, hunted cry,
Reflect the void, where true reflections lie.

Beyond the walls, beyond the love and hate,
A question hangs, a sealed and shadowed fate.
Are we but echoes, of the lines we drew?
Or something more, forever breaking through?

We are one but thousand more
the fields that grow more than one grain
We look in our hands, the bone structure
Find the colour only when I become just dust.

Ever wonder what changes be in history
If victors lost and the other side raised the flag
We'll be uprooted to another philosophy
We're bred, We don't keep our originality.

Me, mine, my and I
how, who, what, why?
No, not at all, try
Somehow, so possessive
A monstrous instinct
This ego needs to die.

It was never mine if it is gone.
If it comes back, still it can go
what is mine can never be gone.

Temporal nature, temporarily, most things come as a loan
One fine day, all deals be done and I'd be gone.
The body will remain, because it wasn't mine
I'll be fine where I'll be with all that's me and mine,
A new body or none.

It was never mine if it is lost.
If it returns, still it can be tossed.
What's truly mine can never be crossed.

Ephemeral, like morning frost,
Most pleasures come at a heavy cost.
One fateful day, the game will be played, few lost.
The breath will cease, the heart might stop.
For this frail form, the body won't gallop.
I'll be fine where I'll be, with all that's of high importance,
Me, and mine, a soul released, and won.
A new form or none?

am I an observer
or a participator,
this life, a reel or real
am I whole, or partial?
this is all surreal
are we living
or watching time spill
doing nothing
rotating in this cosmic realm,
starting where we started,
ending where we end,
rolling the rock up the mountain
watching it fall
traveling back up again.
what is the deal?
we know the prison,
let's dig up the tunnel.


am I a spectator,
or a perpetrator,
this death, a dream or dire,
am I fractured, or entire?
this is all infernal,
are we decaying,
or watching shadows crawl,
doing something,
descending into this chthonic realm,
starting where we're buried,
ending where we're born,
our remains part of the earth,
watching it crumble,
crawling back down again.
what is the ordeal?
we know the freedom,
Are we combusting chemical?

Maybe I am not assisted by AI,
maybe he is, who am I to ask why?
Maybe in future nobody will try,
we will assist AI, and it will thrive
AI will be me without a life.

A heart adrift in the fields of pain, I wander, restlessness as my guide.
Each face tells a story I long to mend, yet my hands feel useless and desperate, tied.
Empathy flows, a river deep, but real solutions feel out of reach.
Their suffering echoes, my own heart weeps, a foolish savior on a lonely beach.

Yet in this shared despair, a flicker might ignite,

A hand outstretched, a voice in the endless night.

Snow is melting beneath my feet,

You and I, unnecessarily meet.

Nothing is personal
It's just your ego
dramatically making it seem
the trash is all over you.

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.

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

So what makes the blood red, cynical, he comes from the snow white?
A creature of the night, a digital sprite, a social media knight.
He preaches peace, a paradox it seems, while his feed screams of material dreams.
A modern-day prophet, a guru of the trend, a master of the meme, a friend to the mend.

He yearns for the quiet, a serene escape, from the endless scroll and creating this space.
A philosopher's heart, a comedian's mind, a poet's soul, which truth he'll find.
He seeks solace in the simple things, a cup of tea, a good book, a moment's peace, on a fifteen second thing.
A touch of irony, a dash of wit, a sprinkle of truth, flesh of misfit.

I have judged my thoughts
and they are no good
they come and go.

Am I making mistakes
or living my life,
Is it softness I feel
or sharp edged knives?

how is it that the difference
I just cannot perceive?
I sweep over the floor
believe good will preceed.
it's nice to be in present tense,
where future still don't exist
in my mind, it's a void hole.
Am I being a lot dense
or is it somehow
awakening in senses.

Is it looking bright, the sun
why do I feel I am looking at the life anew,
what changed, is it a dream sequence
or the perception
Looking at it from a different point of view.

I am so filled with the feeling
the sensation of being in turmoil
Inwardly, I do anything and I recoil
In the intense ***, internally I boil
the thoughts, they create delusion
and desires tend to make me fall
its the ground zero, I could only crawl
But this reality is self constructed
You have a superpower, to rise above
Your mind plays, the normal ways
bring up the courage, anyhow
because if you change, the world around transforms
it's all happening for reason, wait for the next season.

Ego is feeling that I and me,
and I am my enemy.
It is so surreal and clear,
the war is ahead of me
quite against me to be.

Everything is on like it is gone
The colours of the world just got inverted
I see the paint smudged on the wall
I moved out of a rain forest for concrete lake
the colour left my face as I realised my fate
It's the initial days, but scenery is replaced
I wish I could be six years back
Following my destiny
I would be smiling looking at my face frowning
how little I was, how little I knew
Isn't it my problem, can I just broaden my view?

Living in simulation
We are in illusion
Reality is not in your zone
When the heart is at peace
The petals will fall,
so with the leaves
The knowledge is within
But eyes are not seeing
what the soul knows.

In the moments and in the flashes
It is swept over
A feeling to remember

it burdens the soul
like a distant memory
the ground becomes raw
to be part of earth is destiny of all

But to see the beloved depart
The last few moments of agony
Etched into the corner of the mind
Always there, like a company

There was no notice but many signs
If one cares to notice
Never at the time, but in retrospect
Every strand has no result of success
Even if we didn't leave an attempt less

Its just how the control leaves us
and we feel the sinking helplessness

A photograph, a frozen stare
Reveals a world forever changed there.

Sun dips, paints the sky ablaze,
with monsoon on the rise, the gloom yellow daze.
Folds of the bed, a sunken cove,
Hours swallowed whole, oblivious of.

Confined to the bed, my hold constricted,
Out there so much, vibrant, unrestricted.
I look to the lime yellow wall space,
more than a year, a neglected chase.

The vast unknown, I look from the window,
look at the people, come and go,
while I see them afar, are they happier than me
Do they feel as imprisoned as I be?

Each dawn's light, a new day's embrace,
Yet, all seems familiar, the same.
Yet, all has shifted, with subtle grace,
A flick of time, a new world's game.

A year transforms, a life's new refrain,
A translation of all we knew.
But change's embrace, we can't quite explain,
Not until time's tapestry weaves anew.

I realised.

there is simply nothing to be done
and nothing will be undone,
it will be just as they come
and as they come, they go
I would be part of their glow

I was stumped.

Would it be restful or like the way it has been
Like a swirl of ideas hanging
While my head touches the pillow
and my thoughts reaches the *****
and tumbling down I go
Revolve around the world
In a brief here, there,
my thought scraps are everywhere
Gather me in the backpack
Throw me back in bed like a sack
I need it to be restful,
All I get are eye circles

I'm yet to feel my age,
All I feel is burning rage
with inflation comes reducing wage
As I figure through all my problems,
there is no permanent solution
but with every fix
there is a new mountain ready
To envelope me.

is it written on my face, it's turned upside down
How does it look like right here
You misconstrue what I mean
How does it make you think another story
You would not ask what's wrong
But make it seem all about you
How does it not matter to you
That there is some reason for sadness
Why does your heart not listen
This instance is like one of many

You decided to ruin my Saturday
Coming prepared but giving nothing
You are always out to find reason
Like I am here to commit treason
How does it not make you see
That you have shattered everything in me
You and your wish for hard decision
It's immensely useless, your mind panics
And you would send a bullet my way
**** me with your sharpest tongue.

Ice-hard, cold, yet I endure,
The tales of old city folks
they capture the essence of the place
For the world's embrace I yearn.
Bed beckons, but I resist,
For in the world, my spirit persists

You know one day would come
where I would learn
everything I did do
what was it for
Maybe it was all a bit nothings
the all little that makes me worry
it was just without a meaning
in the bigger picture of things.


And all the things I don't see
I see it all in retrospect
Loving that it all connected
Making it so seamless, breazefull,
Gripped and vengeful my soul now
Calm down, and hold your horses.


Destiny is a gamer,
In foreground, it is not apparent
But let these leaves change colours
and we'd see a beautiful scenery
Of a human's journey.

In shadows, I stumble, a wounded soul,
Dragging my leg, a painful toll.
Confusion reigns, thoughts intertwine,
A world of chaos, a mind unkind.

Fragments of truth, a shattered scene,
No common ground, no shared keen.
Agreement lost, a distant dream,
In this bleak reality, I softly scream.

We find ourselves in a place we can't be,
We don't have consensus, we can't agree to agree.
Merely our voices lose, lost in the noise
We have no remains in dignity, nothing about poise.

Slowly taking away every piece of me written from this place
My power is limited, but I love the feeling of purge
it will be fresh start, gradually and then all of a sudden
It will be blessing in disguise, a hidden current,
Stilled in backdated history, written words are not immortal.

Anger flares, then dissipates,
But what remains in its wake?
Do you pace forward, fists ready,
Or stall, your heart ablaze?

In the darkness, do you recount
The lies, the destruction unfold?
Do nightmares and dreams converge,
A story yet untold?

When the anger reemerges,
Do you give it a voice,
A pen to honor its pain,
A chance to make its choice?

It can make you be reckless
It's hard to reign in once it comes
There are innumerable consequences
You don't realise what you become.

This is how you lose it
there was momentum
in the beginning you had nothing
And it follows you across till the end.

It's the season to wrap
the things that we are doing
and a chance glance to the back
Feel every accomplishment as a badge
And all the learnings coming along the way.

It's my poetry wrap
filling pages with words
With December blooming,
the secrets keep unfolding,
Its the spirit that lives and breathes
that it is a time to sit back and relax.

We've overdone ourselves
It's another wrap!

The hushed embrace of midnight's reign,
Where shadows dance and secrets hide,
I yearn for your presence, a beacon's flame,
Amidst the world's slumbering tide.

Like moths drawn to an alluring glow,
I seek your solace, your warmth's embrace,
In the depths of night, where emotions flow,
Misery finds comfort, a kindred face.

In this vast universe, where stars ignite,
Our bond endures, a celestial thread,
Like planets pirouetting in perfect light,
Our paths entwined, forever ahead.

Effortless words, spoken with no efforts,
A miracle, it seems to me.
A fractured mind, adrift at sea,
Your presence drives me to insanity.

Hanging by a thread, very thin,
Chaos reigns within.
Should I bother, should I care?
Let the wind take you elsewhere.

A snarky voice, it whispers low,
In the darkness, where I go.
No need to impress, for all is lost,
My interest fades, like morning frost.

You linger near, a mystery,
A running commentary in my head.
Your words replay, like a haunting melody,
From different voices, I am misled.

Nothing feels right, nothing seems true,
You've driven me out of my mind with a beautiful view.