Uncertain times cause the heart to pound,
The mind wanders and just runs around.
Times seem tough and life seems down,
All amidst Corona and the Covid lockdown.

See it as an opportunity or see it as a curse,
Be a cribbing patient or a nurturing nurse;
It is all a matter of choices and words,
Life's a conscious choice of adjectives and verbs.

Glad that life gave us some time to reflect,
to get into our hearts and introspect.
on the choices we make and the way we live,
whether to carry grudges or to just forgive.

Whatever the case would have been,
I have got some time to be more keen;
to look back and read life’s story again,
the days of joy and the nights of pain.

Was it really caused by the external world,
or was I the sole cause of that swirl?
Now when I look back and think again,
I can clearly see the self-inflicted pain.

While I wait and see my life slow-down,
I feel a bit grateful to this lock-down.
For giving a chance to review and vet,
And save myself from a life of regret!

I now shall choose the gratitude route,
without any glitch or an inch of doubt.
By taking time each day to write-down,
of things that life has weaved around.

The beauty of nature, the chirping of birds,
the morning breeze and the walk in the woods;
I feel surprsied how I could not have found,
such jewels of nature which were always around.

I feel rather thankful to the this lockdown,
for it gave me the needed time to slow down.
To take corrective measures and look around,
and take a joy ride in life's merry-go-round.

Imagine raining in hell.
Does it ring a bell?

Your roots run thousands of years deep
whether you’re proud or not, I haven’t heard it through the grapevine
but I see you sitting still on this rotating axis mid-bloom, rising to my height
rising with the Fahrenheit

Look across, I’m with the cacao trees
growing yet again, dying off yet again
resurrecting yet again, growing, again

on the same soil, we know the flavors of dust after biting worse
we are neighboring streets but parallel worlds
we are all closer than magnets can fathom with tempers of exploding atoms if ever pushed that far

What would it take for you to see through my eyes?

Well, could you race a maze the shape of brain creases and make it from start to finish in the time a fading wick will diminish

but I’ll show you the routes
put your heart in my compass and unlearn the pillars of your thoughts for a moment
I’ll lay a darker foundation for you to build on,
only for a moment, a sec, a yoctosecond
and you can return to yourself

Look me in the soul
spit your lies on the asphalt
exhale the truth and nothing but
even if it burns on the way out of you
it hurts me too

But it’s just the air I breathe. We adjust.

Like mother Earth, we adjust and keep growing, keep growing, keep growing, keep growing.

The time is now,
moves forward from here..
never have we heard of
Time pausing or rewinding, have we?
Time is ticking..
tick..tick..tick..
Aching to relive the past or erase it..
Longing for an awaited future or absolutely dreading it..
Time is moving forward,
despite what state we are in.
Time is ticking..
tick..tick..tick..
While we’re thinking of dos and donts, hows and whys, ifs and buts..
Time is moving forward,
despite all odds.
Time is ticking..
let time not pass..
Let’s pass, through time..
make time count..
Make time count by living in the moment..
Live in the moment for what the moment is..the moment we certainly cannot change, now that time is already here.

What do I stand for?
Such a simple question,
sometimes incessant in your mind.
Gnawing at your psyche
asking, demanding, screaming.

What
do
YOU
stand for?

I know...

Mirror, mirror,
How do I see past this?

Look,
This reflection
is only a surface
to scratch.
Instead,
Dive into the
depth that’s
staring back.

Give pause
to your rush.

Catch up
with those places
that keep trying
to reach you.

Maybe the
routine is what
needs to be
unraveled to
wind up in
your ordinary.

Because
whatever
signs you’re
following,
we’re all
just trying
to find a way
back home.

I'm like the crumpled up poem in the deep of your coat pocket,
forgotten.
Until you reach your hand in, snaking around for your chapstick.
You write a few more words and then shove it back in,
waiting for your next stroke of inspiration,
your next breach of intrepidness.
But until then,
I'm just another crumpled receipt in your coat pocket.
Maybe one day I'll be able to tell you I love you.
Maybe one day you'll care.
But until then,
keep writing your mindful thoughts
on the crumpled up paper in your coat pocket.

You died already,

The thing came and got you,

You're dead bro,

And this is the first thing you've read bro,

In your new life,

You should do right,

Trust in others and yourself,

Do well by the company you keep,

Don't stop at the beep,

Keep counting sheep,

Don't ask questions or the answers will surely make you lose sleep,

Just you be you, let me be me,

But inquire on me and I'll let you see,

The beast that killed you in your last life is the same one that's going to do you in,

If you keep losing focus on this moment, THIS moment you're in,

But if you can somehow keep it, ******* keep it I said, did you win?

Probably not cause I forced you to try and hold on to what you had not,

You can't hold onto a moment if you're really in the present then move on,

Keep moving, keep moving, keep moving,

Keep moving, keep moving, keep moving,

Don't stop moving, never stop moving,

Move forward,

Backward,

Sideways,

******* diagonal, your way or my way,

Just keep moving.