They say that when you grow up,
The world will be in your hands.
Yet, small phalanges cannot affect such diversity,
Correct?


The thought is comforting,
However, disagreement tugs me.
This simple body part
Functions in ways that could
Destroy or ****.

Fingers dance upon
Passionate melodies
Or provide
Soothing caresses
Assuring you that you are in peace.


But some are stained crimson
With marks of sin.

Callused, rough, and
Ignorant about a
Tender touch.


Nimble and agile, they create
Illusions the human eye
Cannot follow,
Letting them have freedom to
Manipulate and control
Weak minds.

Yet they also spring delight in
Children's eyes.
Their imagination beholds
Tales of magic and fairytales with each
Flick of the wrist.

When you're in a void,
Consumed by your thoughts, just
Weeping,
Regretting,
Loathing,
Aching,
Doesn't a spark light a
Fire of desperate hope
For a savior to pull you out?

Unpredictable movements of doing the
Wrong things for the right reasons,
Or vice-versa,
Who can you really trust?

Unpredictable movements of doing the
Wrong things for the right reasons,
Or vice-versa,
Who can you really trust?

Human hands hold frail things with
Care or recklessness.

Human hands  share
Fear or love.

Human hands display
Favor or hatred.

Take my two cents and tread carefully.
The globe is but fragile glass

*Entrusted in your hands.

Falling for you is like stepping off a cliff with my eyes closed.
I can't see the drop,
But deep down I know it's there.
If only I'd open my eyes,
To see if you're down there waiting for me,
But the fear of rejection keeps me cautious.

Sugar cubes get drenched by the rain--
again.

Bedraggled but careless,
You continue to watch them
As if curios in the antique store on a trance lane.

Aggravation makes a chamber in your veins,
What shall the tea be served with?
An insect awake from its slumber watching you,
Pacing back and forth from grass to gravel
Be wary, I'd say--
Keep your wits up-close and within grasp!
You always had the finesse.

The guests won't come until noon, thus,
Go posthaste where they sell butter and Shanghai noodle,
I'll wait for you,
On the doorstep.
The cubes have melting away.

I do not just listen--
I analyze,
because the story might have
a real different ending


I do not just glance--
I observe,
for the view might be different
on the other side


It is not wrong to be careful
on what you should believe in

Yes I'm being cautious,
Given the number of people I have lost  
why shouldn't I be !
I'm not a robot I too feel things.

Do not be fooled, darling:
For his lips
That taste like sweet wine
Will have you addicted
And his ocean blue eyes
Will drown you
Beneath its merciless waves.

Certainly there are moments in life when life seems to be absolutely strange.

The moment it was understood that things are over was the same moment in time when the importance of present moment in time was understood, realized and also accepted.

Shortcoming, limitation of scope with regards to the future and rest of the other things were followed by this understanding in the present moment of time.

Strange seems life,
strange, absolutely strange at times.
Still it’s life and life continues

Better to wait for the right moment in time
Better to be cautious, careful and then carefully take the next step and follow the same.

Unexpected things do happen and keep following in life
Still with all the ups and downs in life,
always it's better to be on the safe side.

Agreed that an uncertain future needs to be ascertained,
but then the present cannot be put at stake for the sake of worries about the future.

Strange seems life,
strange, absolutely strange at times.
Still it’s life and life continues.

No matter what new thing comes across mind
No matter how odd, difficult and troublesome is the obstacle in the present moment of time
Still it’s always possible to remove the odd that comes along the way
The only thing that needs to be there in mind is determination, which
makes everything happen at the right moment.

Always remember
You have got one life, in this one life you have got chances and opportunities.
No one really knows how much or how many.

So be wise,
play safe,
but do take a calculated risk.

Time has played a major role in deciding and ascertaining what’s possible and what’s beyond the present moment in time.

So ascertain the future only when the need of the hour says so,
otherwise continue with what’s going on in mind at the present moment in time.

It’s life
Strange seems life,
strange, absolutely strange at times.
Still it’s life and life continues.

I let my emotions plague my soul.
I tend to use a tattered heart and tainted words,
watch it convert into poetry. 

Because poetry is not just words of the mind, but a message of being. 
A formation of subconscious memories from one human being to another. 

Poetry allows us to grow, to prosper. 
Sometimes, all you need to hear is a line that makes your heart stop. A reality check that stirs in motivation. 
However, a phrase could stop the heart, let walls break, the earth shake, and tear us into two. 

Poetry is a tool, to be used for better- or for worse- in order to ignite as all one. 

**Poetry is unity.