I'm coming from afar
I tell the woman
the last time I came
I could walk straight to the river
now monsoon mud has made a mess
can only glimpse the river's face
is there still a way on dry feet?

She raises her eyes
no way she says
it's all shrub and slush
but you can have a look at my garden
pomelo and papaya,
gourd and green banana,

I haggle over price
wouldn't settle for less than a bargain

she smiles all the way
succumbs with ease
for the take a bag too she gives.

As I leave her on the falling day
I feel no loss
not finding the river's way.

Time and again,
every time the same thing has always emerged out,
the same thing remaining true.

Time and again it has been proved that nothing succeeds like success
Success has many fathers, failure is an orphan.
The same thing been universal and also true.

As of now in the present,
experiencing the joy of the present moment in time when everything has fallen in it’s proper place.

Life seems to have changed, since everything in the present seems to have taken the desired shape.
What was thought, the same thing has happened
As if it seems something like the same.

The outside world now looks different,
much more different is the way in which the outside world now looks upon in this presnet moment.
As of now definitely everything seems to have changed, for sure.

Continual efforts made since past with proper steps taken
Corrections as and when, whenever required they were made.
When in doubt the  right direction was sought,
everything checked,
verified and confirmed to make sure that there is no room left for any doubt.

Errors made before were checked at the back of mind,
checked so as to make sure that nothing similar happens again.

Nothing was left to fate,
absolutely nothing,
nothing unattended,
absolutely nothing.

No stone was left unturned
Obstacles that came along the way were handled,
then came the stupefied moment when it was realized, understood, confirmed, checked and verified as to whether or not success was gained.

Definitely success was achieved at that point in time.

Since everything has been worked out and everything in it's place,
expectations are met and everything seems to be prefectly alright.

Now is the moment in time to enjoy the fruits of all the efforts that were made since prior.

The world is a fast changing place
For the time being everything seems to be working fine,
then the very next moment in time the mind changes.

For the time being it seems like nothing succeeds like success
The next moment there is a change of mind
Anxiety and curiosity been a part of the routine habit come into action and play there respective roles.

Now at the back of mind it seems like time is running out,
hence it seems better to ascertain the future,
even when it is very well known that future remains uncertain and cannot be secured.

While ascertaining the future many things, which belong to present are kept on hold,
even then the future cannot be certain and secure and even then the process of ascertaining future in the present will not take a pause.

When it comes to ascertaining the future there is always a search for possibilities like what is possible and what’s impossible.
To look beyond the present and move ahead towards the future so as to explore more and more new and different things.
To search for things missed out in the past and seek for the right direction
To look for new and different things, something which is apart from the normal routine.
Now is the moment in time to discover new horizon
It's not only success which remains in the mind,
an uncertain future remains of concern, which is beyond success.

new year isn't really
new it's a new cycle of all the
old in the world
old rotations of earth-sun-moon-stars-
old fruits to sprout & die at the breath of hope
old places trodden over by
new feet, worn by the curious who are conquering their fears.
old sounds permeate my senses & I wonder at a
time when they meant something
old year is a crouching beast, he is standing tip-toed in a liminal space between
new & new; old new and freshly
new, ink on parchment,
signs & names sealed and permanently set
the world cycles & returns.
people walk the earth & hold their hearts out for me to inspect
nothing is new here
just gone.

but I’m playing my favorite song for you I know
you can’t hear it cuz you’re
too far away I sink into
the beats and my arms are
solid blocks Moving hurts from
missing
you
it’s my turn to stay now, and gently flip
my heart over, a warm toasted
color like the burnt amber
taste aspen leaves get at the end of spring
missing you is the white hot color
of fire yet the bubbles
of yesterday pop
their ice on my eyes You’re chuckling softly
I’m the words and melodies of our simple
bytimes, when you were here, once
singing and burning and becoming