In shadows they lurk, with deceit as their guide,
Claiming truths not their own, where their morals have died.
A hollow pursuit, in the depths of the night,
Seeking light from others, to claim as their right.

But truth is a flame that burns from within,
Not a trophy to steal, nor a prize to win.
It's the essence of being, the core of our soul,
Not a void to be filled, nor a gap to control.

So let's hold our truth, with compassion and grace,
And walk our own paths, at our own steady pace.
For the truth that we live, is the light that we give,
In a world of shadows, it's how we truly live.

Cloud’s hot teardrops fall,
Polluted lake swells and sighs,
Dark waves lurk beneath!

the
ribbon-like flow of time is
enveloping me and
slowly suffocating me with its rhythm.

i
can’t seem to
see past the clouds that lurk above for
more than ten minutes.

i wish that
i could maintain my anonymity
to you all.


maybe if i
stay quiet,
i can keep it all
hidden inside.

Lurking memories,
Echo of silence resounds;
Grave stones seem baffled!

Who’s eyeing up is lurking deep.
Every star looks down,
wants to drop in it and swim
deep down the burrowed stream,
that deathless ab-e-hayath
every king wants to drink.

in a huff night left,
how darkness still lurks around?
monsoon slyly lies!