If paradise is prison,
Then I am bound to have a vision,
The enlightened one,
In the stare of the sun,
If I ever miss a step,
No route to this mental map,
The bottle I threw away, should have kept,
Now lost amongst the kelp,
I ask for no help,
My aks knows,
Betrayals of foes,
This enemy within,
Can't control my Saimese twin,
This Feeling,
Learnt through annealing
Un-retreating,
Is biased beyond a greeting,
When I say farewell,
Even my better half couldn't tell.

Through the ebbs
and the flows,
Beyond the ones,
The new born knows,
In struggle
And through pain
The rain
Returns,
What the sun
took away.

back where I belong
twenty eight hours in transit
come home to jet lag

time slips through your hands,
and all you try to do is
make strong sand castles

poetry is pain
words otherwise left unsaid
my hand's been aching

Through trials and tribulations
I learn to live the life,
Sure! I can put it in words

In a room full of,
Disappointments & trials,
I couldn't find hope lost