You are not here for the truth
And I am not going to lie,
let us depart with a solemn goodbye.

Couldn't see the rain before it flooded everywhere.

All that was August
Breezed through just like
                  Wind gust.

Mother is beyond mother
A force of nature
a woman, a life
divided in roles
Just like water
a necessity
United in love
the most primitive kind

Mother is beyond mother
A daughter to her mother
she has been
the same as me
but she gives me more
I see less of her,
She makes me more of me

Mother is beyond mother,
She is life,
A part of nature,
the goddess from scripture
but humane as human
some times mistaken
by me and the world
the sweetest creature,
she forgives me
and gives me more

Mother is beyond mother
Carer of every relations
a neighbour, driver, sister
she fits in to be what I need
Mother, how do you begin
there is no ending,
how tiring is to keep caring
sticking with me
through thick and thin.

Whilst the world wilts,
Sunshine dims,
River stills in between,
Winds are hurrying
The seasons are changing.

And we throw another plastic bag
We suffocate our lifestyle
Killing our species in style
Make it harder to breathe
Just the basic necessity of air.

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.

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?

What if I lose what I hold close to my heart?
It makes the loss a deeper, tearing start.
This I possess, a sincere claim I make,
But what if fate should rudely undertake
To capture all I deem beneath my sway?
This life I trace, a breath that slips away.


All things material, or hues that shift and sweep,
A mental chameleon, a waking sleep,
Be they abstract or real, in moments caught,
A temporary hold, so dearly bought.
The grasping ego, devoid of lasting peace,
Finds fleeting comfort in a brief release,
These fragile trinkets we so fiercely crave,
Ignoring lessons that the ages gave.


Possessiveness, a shadow we uncover slow,
Steals the true richness that begins to flow.
And humbling it is, the destined fall,
When what ascends must yield its all.


Yesterday, whose hand did gently bind?
Today, I hold, tomorrow, gone with the wind.
We know the cycle, yet we cannot free
Ourselves from sorrow's clinging decree.
Perhaps the path where attachments cease to grind,
Unveils a deeper peace for the heart and the mind.

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 am not your favourite person
it is not right, you know nothing about me
I am a closed book,
don't open me to read,
the empty pages are not yours to fill,
I am normal, don't make me feel bad
It is exceptional, the part you expect me to fill still,
But I am my own person,
Keying my destiny to be apart.

Behind a closed door
There is yet another world
you don't know about

Her life had acquired coffee flavour
and she didn't like to be that bitter
She wanted someone with sweetener    
To make her life taste better

It is magical
when the nature creates the world
So perfectly imperfect
That I, a misfit, can fit right in

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.

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

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?

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

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

Just expect sun
     to come every morning
and nothing else

My wings don't open
when it is time to fly

My hands shiver
before even I try

My mouth stutters
before I can explain why

My head shuts down
as I blink my eyes

I have aged
still I want to cry

nothing works fine
this piece is faulty

there is something seriously
wrong with me.

With spirit ablaze,
To tread, where everyone conspire
My truth, a flame held higher,
Yet branded still a liar.
This path, where doubts transpire,
To reach what hearts desire.
As in ages of old time's fire,
Worth on the pyre, a maiden's trial dire.
The heart's own fire, just water to the pyre,
Yet the world deems us of less significance,
Not much of a crier if you keep your distance,
We've never needed rescue, if the problem wasn't you.

I haven't been myself since a long time
I've been lost since the day I was born
Looking into things to find myself
I've forgotten to look what is inside
The conscience has now gone silent
The light inside has gone dim
In this life ride, I've run after manufactured dreams
The world has designed and defined
What success and happiness should mean
But the words never have seen to come true
I've wasted many seconds, I have lost years infact
Believing the lies I've been listening throughout life
To find happiness, I've sacrificed the peace of mind
There is no way I'll find
What I seek if I continue ahead with this path
Look inside, find the divine
It is obvious, the answer is me
but, who am I?
why?

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.