Why are you far away from the beautiful scents?
All the flowers of the world belong to you

Why are you in grief and sadness ?
Doors of happiness all are waiting to be opened by you

Why are you carrying such a heavy heart ?
All the ways of attaining love are innate in you

Why are you crawling so close to the ground?
Fly high, all the seven skies belong to you

Why are you hiding away in a corner?
To learn and grow all the playgrounds are for you

Why are you moving with such hastiness?
After a test of patience, all choices belong to you

waiting for a spark
    your eyes lock
    on my dark and
    hopeful ones waiting
for the right
    kind of love
    you'll someday give
    out to me

All pretentious bores,
Read and internalise
As much as possible
With all your dull brain.
You may have all the
Time in this world to
Sit and Google me,
Stalk my friends and
Assume my life, get a life!

You are inappropriate
To be associated with,
Oh heavens! I’m glad
You totally hate me.
Poke your nose on
Your own ****** ***,
Wash your wits and
Take healthy naps,
Drink cold water, it helps!  

I’ve tried to be candid
As possible, if your ego
Cannot digest, get help.
Listen, read, talk and eat-
Good, you probably will
Start to think good.
Peace be with your
Dignity and respect you
Desperately cry for! Amen!

The Hiker reaches the foot of the mountain
And pulls out his map,
Laden with a golden path in lemniscates  
Knowing where he is to go
For he had known this since he set foot out
His door.

Day by day he scales a piece of the mountain
Face, lacking not skill, but
Having patience, knowing the safe and
Prosperous journey is the
Patient one, the one whose tree of meaning
Is rooted in passion, the passion
To wait.

The Hiker fears not the delay of the summit
For the summit is already his,
Her hand his bride, for it is known in the
Hikers name who he is meant for:
The Summit, forever and for always.

You are a tree
A strong, beautiful tree
Your roots pull others into you
The others water you for protection
You provide warmth and love
But they are unhappy still
Yearning to be your one and only
You are only here to give
So keep giving, do not worry
Do not tire, do not fret, do not wane
They will learn.

The anticipation is killing me,
Just tell me how he feels.
My heart is literally aching,
This pain is too unreal.
I feel my chest caving in,
I can't handle these insecurities.
I keep forgetting what I told myself,
Especially about all my priorities.

I thought I hid my heart away,
But somehow I found the key.
It's spinning over my head,
It won't stop teasing me.
Pointing in each direction,
Not showing me a clear path.
But I'm too scared to move,
And deal with the aftermath.

So I'll press pause on my heart,
We can talk another day.
And hopefully you'll tell me how you feel,
Before my feelings fade away.

Tell me that you love me in a loud, clear voice. I am struggling and cannot understand a mumble at this moment.

When I am alone,
I sing lullabies to vacant space.
I imagine your grin,
Appreciating my off-key song.

"If I knew it, I would not..."
she said—choking—
while tears dripping down her cheeks

that is the thing about life
we do not know, we never do

therefore we should spare some patience—
breathe easily, think slowly
in order to save a lifetime of regrets
so that we will be able to say;

"Eventhough it turned out this way,
I am glad I was kind. I truly did my best'