My best verses are never written
Nor do anyone gets to listen
They dance in my mind
every word properly bind

The words conjuring the bliss
the smallest sentences
with deepest meanings

disappear when I take out my pen

and start over a blank sheet
with one word staring back
Composed and forgotten

In dark abyss
absence of words in canvas
Cannot remake the very rhyme
The painted masterpiece
Stolen away as
Reality strikes again.

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.

apart from breathing through your nostrils?

Someday, somewhere
we'd meet
you'd see my face
and ignore me.

What is buried so deep inside
A memory so entwined
many lines and differing angles
The same frame can be seen
Differently with different lenses
Different outcome for every scene
Can alter all the things
And I would not remain
as the person I am

Once I opened my window
To get a glimpse of the world
Climbing my wooden desk

When the sun rays entered
It ate all the darkness
and the day went bright

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!

Sunlight streams through the window pane,
A golden glow, a warm embrace.
I close my eyes, for I cannot sustain
Such brilliance, such radiant grace.

Storms rage beyond the long shore,
Waves crashing, a thunderous roar.
Like life's challenges, they forevermore
Test our resolve, our inner core.

But we are strong, we are resilient,
Rooted in faith, our spirits valiant.
We devise plans, we find our way,
Freeing our minds, come what may.

Leaders falter, sow seeds of doubt,
But we will rise, turn our voices out.
We'll minimize conflict, seek harmony,
For glory lies in tranquility.