Do these words mean a thing?
Glutted such as from a king,
circulated around with certain tinge,
words like these flowing from brim.

Do these limitations make sense?
widespread and air around them tense,
waiting in line and desperate for turn,
empty stomach, feeling the burn.

Do these lines have any end?
All the way around the bend,
Standing inside circles and behind masks,
gloomy eyes, minding their tasks.

Do these circles unite us?
Balancing people around the truss
going by the schedule set by brain,
stagnant life, break the chain.

Yet, these words mean a lot
because these weren't jotted by a bot.
Yes, these lines will surely end
and these circles will perfectly blend.

How can simple nonoffensive words hurt so much?
How can the plain question: "who am I?" make my stomach clutch?
Why does the disability to answer make me feel like a bird in a hutch?
I try to look for answers, but I end up too weak straying from my goal looking for a crutch.

Speaking of going astray, here goes my mind once again.
Even I don't know the depths of my thoughts, not the tenth of my brain.
After all, I am just a demo, a soul in a chain.
What if: "What am I?" is saner?
That I can say. I am a human that yet did not drain.
A believer of the old saying "no pain no gain."
Oh no! I am more than that! I am a grain.
And I hold within me the power of a reign.
All I need is to grow, all I need is rain.

Rain... rain ladies and gentlemen is nature's beloved soundtrack.
It is the pitter-patter that makes my heart crack.
Sky, why are you so black?
What is it that you feel you lack?
I promise I won't stand back.
Dear horizon ease your anxiety attack,
for you are more loved than FLACK.

I am a 16RAM program of a telegram whose programmer programmed to deprogram all pogrom to the last gram by the use of an epigram.

In simpler terms, I am a poet.
I love the world when I'm high and when I'm at my lowest.
I believe that I am a poet because poetry is the highest expression of love.
I am a lover of this earth and the heavens above.
Love isn't just a myth,
it does exist.
I could go on like this, naming all that I love with a never-ending list.

I have learned to adore the darkest of times,
I have learned to be fascinated by all lives.
Earth why are you falling apart? Why are you so angry? Why are you committing all of these crimes?
Ease your typhoons your tornadoes pandemics tsunamis and volcanoes. Dear planet no need for more hives.

I can't promise you that we will behave,
for mankind is foolish,
him who once lived in a cave.
I understand your wish for the extinction of all humans.

But like any other love story, our love did not last.
While earth took us in her arms in the past,
whilst earth lovingly caressed humans otherwise.
In the present, it has harassed us as if we were Pennywise.
The touch of life used to give me butterflies.
But for now, all I hear is earth's cries.

The earth has loved us so purely,
although earth is 22 500 times older than man she has welcomed him so demurely.
And yet, man polluted destructed and poisoned. Oh isn't man such a disgrace?
How can he look earth in the face?

I sat
Today
In stillness
And watched
Her construct
Riddles
And mazes
And puzzles
For me
To try
To solve.
And when
I noticed
Myself
Trying,
I pulled
My lungs
Open
To make
Room
For less
Than trying
And more
Than solving,
And touched
The answer,
The center,
The vision
Within,
And beyond
The problem.
And she
Looked
Into
My eyes
And said,
“And this is how we practice.”
And I
Handed
Her
The prize
And said,
“And this is why we practice.”

In time of darkness
A soft wispher
I hear the Word: Let it Be, Let it Be.

In hour of darkness
Your faithless prayers are heard
In dead Silence
"Let it be, let it be"

In days of darkness
We see fearful people
Rushing around
In fruitless actions
Instead, "Let it be, let it be"

Once this darkness is over,
we won’t remember how we survived.
We won’t even be sure
whether the darkness is really over.
But one thing is certain-
When we climb out of the darkness,
and into the light,
we won't be the same world
that once stood.

This world was full of life, until
My place my adobe, entire fell ill.
Mundane chores at a standstill
As per God’s decree and will.

Such an ordeal, a temporary test.
For which a plea, a humble request.

At such a crucial time, try being your best.
Don’t congregate: at humanity’s behest.
Be, compassion faith & caution, your quest.
Neither invite nor be a guest.

Stay at home, have ample rest
Your sole confinement, Protected blessed.
Enjoying leisure with family is best
With love and utmost zeal & zest

Let us all hope and pray,
This Pandemic vanishes away.
Taking along worldly disarray
Never persist to our sheer dismay.

At the predetermined heavenly pace,
These Trying times train us, just in case.
We face global pandemic’s abnormal chase.
To grasp & tackle, each challenging phase.

Everything is going to be fine,
The world shall soon retrieve
its safe and secure confines.
Everything as usual and fresh,
With all its hustle bustle & shine