#opportunity
Your vanishing is getting closer
Those fun days will soon be over
It’s great for you but it scares me
Will you forget me intrusively?
As the days quickly come by
I ask myself in your thoughts will I die?
I picture in my spaced-up head
In your mind, will I be dead?
You talk about a different state
A different road, a different fate
And every time you speak that dream
I smile more than I really mean
Because I know this move is right
A chance to finally feel alright
To be with family once again
Instead of wishing, wondering when
You sounded happier these days
Like sunlight breaking through the gray
And honestly, that makes me glad
Even while it makes me sad
We only knew each other for some months
Yet somehow that became enough
Eight months of random conversations
And unfinished explanations
You learned the chaos in my head
The things I meant but never said
The jokes that barely made sense too
But somehow always clicked with you
I’ll miss the walks and random talks
The late replies at ten o’clock
The stupid screenshots that we’d save
The little comments that you gave
I’ll miss the comfort of your name
Popping up almost every day
Like somehow things felt less intense
Whenever you were in the sense
Now every mention of the move
Makes my emotions disapprove
Because I want the best for you
But selfishly still want you too
And no, you’re not across the sea
But far still feels too far to me
A thousand miles might as well be
Another world eventually
I’m scared that distance slowly wins
That life gets loud and silence slips in
At first we’ll swear we’ll always talk
Then days go by around the clock
You’ll make new friends and find new places
Learn new roads and recognize faces
And maybe one day I’ll just turn
Into a name you barely learn
That thought alone feels sharp somehow
Like losing pieces of me now
Because these months became so real
More real than either would reveal
I know your mother needs you there
And I know you deserve that care
A home that maybe feels complete
A steadier ground beneath your feet
I hope the house feels safe at night
I hope your future shines out bright
I hope the hard days disappear
And peace replaces every fear
I hope you laugh the way you do
That loud unstoppable thing of you
The kind that makes bad moments fade
Like sunlight cutting through the shade
And maybe I’m just scared of change
Of watching something rearrange
Because people promise they’ll remain
Then slowly memories get strained
But maybe this won’t end that way
Maybe we’ll still talk every day
Maybe the bond we somehow made
Won’t weaken just because you strayed
Maybe we’ll call when things get rough
And prove that distance isn’t enough
To **** the things that mattered most
Or turn us into distant ghosts
Because in eight short months somehow
You mattered more than words allow
And even if your world expands
I hope you still reach for my hand
Your vanishing is drawing near
And yes, it fills my chest with fear
But underneath all that despair
I’m still so glad you’ll make it there
So go and build the life you need
Go chase the hope, go plant the seed
Just promise somewhere down the line
You’ll still remember this small time
The random nights, the dumb complaints
The tired talks, the inside names
Because no matter where life leads
A part of you stays here with me
Every single talk that we had
Things that disappear turning me sad
I promise it won't go to waste
Because my heart is where your name is placed
Far across the country you fly
And yet I still sometimes wonder why
But you will have memories in your suitcase that is heavy
And your favorite people holding them steady
I may seem sad and that is true
But deep inside I show pride for you
The time together will go from minutes to years
But not always will I be in tears
May 21
May 21, 2026 at 9:53 PM UTC
You gave me a chance,
all those years ago,
just once
— but I chose to follow a dream.
You offered up yourself to me,
asked I enter in the labyrinth
and choose,
but I passed you up for a dream.
Broken still,
I wander in that haunted afternoon,
when you returned to the balcony,
barefoot with a *** of tea.
You’d brushed your hair again,
standing there, where moonlight
might have been; awkward as teens,
we sat and sipped, the red glare
of sunset dying in your eyes;
one button — left unbuttoned
on your blouse — held its breath;
the scent of magnolia and ambrette,
just refreshed, yearning for
one last compliment.
I watched you bend, and light
each candle, one by one,
to dance and flicker on your toes
painted red as burgundy,
waiting for some response from me
— oh, little bird, alone, courting
small talk, your clock chiding
on the bedroom door, while I delay
in the deepening mountain shadows.
You asked me only once,
gave me just one chance
to wrestle with the Minotaur,
but I turned away
and bargained on a dream.
With a second glance
that lingered for a second more,
still, you invited me, just once,
opened up a stretch in time,
as women do, just long enough
for him to step through
— but he was taken and
accounted for, in thrall
to a dream.
You reached for me,
one riddle at a time,
standing between
the Choiceless Choice
and a dream
— just one chance was given me
to let my world come crashing down,
and give up all my certainties;
yet, I could not bring myself to love
such a thing of flesh and blood,
and so I did what I must do:
I took your chance,
given only once,
and settled for the dream of you.
Apr 27
Apr 27, 2026 at 2:17 AM UTC
sunlight has washed itself out overnight
silent hours, keeping some to himself
now it's grey, like a flatlined beat
ignoring rushing white coats
while she sits planted
in the middle
of the hall
yawning
and then
I see my job:
to look beyond
what's dished up
be in the driver's seat
and make something
good from this day
and every day
Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 8:12 PM UTC
“Creak!” shouts the floorboards,
“unlock me..” whispers the doors,
but The Girl simply sees a chore.
“I have to be let out-
believe me, I'm sure.”
Again, The Girl willingly ignores.
“I can't be left here,
I can't be suppressed,
you must open the door to start your quest!”
The Girl treads past-
all the wooden whispering doors,
“Open me please…”
“Don't you want to know what's yours?”
But the girl can't be bothered,
-out of sight out of mind-
what's waiting for her will be opened another time.
Mar 20
Mar 20, 2026 at 1:44 AM UTC
"Hello, sir. I would like to apply for—"
"I know, I know.
Everybody wants the same.
But it's too late, my friend.
You're too old"
Always the same conversation.
I'm too old.
Or I haven't done certain things.
"No, you should've studied this",
they say.
"You can't enter the program"
They always say the same things.
Or at least—
they will.
Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 10:43 AM UTC
the littlest elf, tucked behind my ear
helping to syphon every choice I hear
will it aid? next
will it grow? next
will it dampen my soul?
jackpot
the littlest elf, tucked behind my ear
clinging and clawing at opportunities near
Feb 28
Feb 28, 2026 at 11:05 PM UTC
Samantha was 82 years young,
life had been hard,
from most things she'd been barred,
looking after her mother,
Samantha's life got smothered,
but now she was free,
With eyes that could clearly see,
asked herself,
Is it to late?
to youth,
relate?
finding a website,
Hello poetry,
a delightful sight,
Samantha made a profile picture,
taken in 1955,
so young, so alive,
writing poetry came easy,
the intervening years vanished,
Samantha was that young girl again,
Gone, all the struggle and pain,
this was a second chance,
all her built up emotion,
her words, her devotion,
the first poem was hard to upload,
the words were true,
but lived, long ago,
this could be wrong,
But it felt so right,
the poem was called,
In the dead of night.
The next morning, Samantha felt apprehensive, would anyone like the words she'd written?
but to her delight,
people had made comments, with such insight,
truly understanding, what intentions
were meant,
not confused, twisted or bent,
the years melted away,
Samantha was that young girl,
with things to say,
after so long,
stuck in the mud,
never to late
for a happy childhood.
Dec 7, 2025
Dec 7, 2025 at 6:24 AM UTC
My feet,
they sprint across the grass.
If only to finally
grasp
The heart I used
to wear.
And it’s like looking
through a glass,
It’s warped,
it’s changed,
but it’s the same face
Plastered
There.
Will I ever be
the same?
The old version of me
is
Waiting.
Will I ever hold
the hand
Of the price that I should
be
Paying?
This effort,
it won’t be my last.
I won’t befall the fate that’s been
Cast
Upon me.
I’m one with whom I’ve
broken down.
My soul is the one
Crying out.
It’s my
Only
Chance.
Nov 18, 2025
Nov 18, 2025 at 11:28 PM UTC
Is it worth it
To try?
Is it worth bleeding
Myself
Dry?
Is it worth
Being
Such a mess,
Just to
Confess
This fault
Of mine?
Is it worth it
To see?
Is it worth drowning
In the
Deep
Blue
Sea?
Is it worth
The price
I’ll have to pay,
Just to end up
Losing
Someone’s rigged game?
Is it worth it,
Is it worth my
All?
What sacrifice
Will make me tall
Enough to see
Everything
With my own
Eyes,
With my own
Life?
What mountains must
A soul climb,
To call to the sun
And touch
The sky?
What monster must I
Face,
What tight em-
Brace,
What ribbon must
I
Break
through?
Is it worth it,
To give my all?
Is it worth it,
To face a storm
With nothing but
My pride and faith,
With nothing meaningful
To say?
Nov 5, 2025
Nov 5, 2025 at 5:52 AM UTC
And I think ‘bout
Everything
More than just
Anything
That the universe could
Give,
Sometimes it means
Everything
Sometimes it means
Nothing
At all.
A man would give all of
Him
Just to lose most of it,
Just to get some of it back,
Or nothing
At all.
Sep 20, 2025
Sep 20, 2025 at 7:46 AM UTC
When you look into a shattered mirror
do you see one big reflection with jagged cracks?
Or do you see multiple of the same reflection?
Sometimes
to open more
little windows of
beauty between cracks
we need to shatter the mirror
first, then and only then will we see
our millions of options or the big picture.
Aug 18, 2025
Aug 18, 2025 at 1:37 AM UTC
We think we have so much of it.
So, day by day,
we wait.
We wander aimlessly.
We unconsciously waste.
We live quiet,
muted little lives,
always looking forward—
but never far enough
to see what could be.
But we have two lives.
The second—
it begins
the moment we realise
we only get one.
So, carpe diem.
Because the graveyards
are full of tormented souls
who thought
they had more time.
Aug 12, 2025
Aug 12, 2025 at 9:24 AM UTC
I found a fine grain of sand
from a broken hour glass
I took hold of the opportunity
held that second that may pass
enclosed, within my fingers
I turned it to an hour that defined
that single moment that matters
when you make the most of your time
I found a grain of salt
from a tear falling down
I held the face of sadness
on an occasion to fight the frown
enclosed within my fingers
I turned sorrow into a smile
every caress and kind touch matters
when burdens battle for a while
I found a grain of rice
from a hole in a sack
I carried the cares of another
for those with a broken back
I enclosed within my fingers
a single piece to make one whole
every seed or seasoning will matter
when it’s food for the soul
I find me, but a grain
In a fragmented broken world
holding like the dust
to the wind and the whirl
Yet, I hold all things within my fingers
the opportunity to power on
the chance for change and freedom
before I’m dead and before I’m gone
Jul 15, 2025
Jul 15, 2025 at 3:27 AM UTC
A bright beam of light
It fell right into my eyes
Now searching that light
Jun 13, 2025
Jun 13, 2025 at 12:15 PM UTC
To those honored poets,
An opportunity has opened up,
I'd like to spread this gospel,
Of a chance to reach new horizons,
Well beyond this world,
Now gather if you dare,
Join and journey to a new place.
Mar 18, 2025
Mar 18, 2025 at 2:50 PM UTC
To those honored poets,
An opportunity has opened up,
I'd like to spread this gospel,
Of a chance to reach new horizons,
Well beyond this world,
Now gather if you dare,
Join and journey to a new place.
Mar 17, 2025
Mar 17, 2025 at 3:32 PM UTC
Life is like a battery.
It will present you with more possibilities,
more opportunities than you could ever dream. But in exchange, the more you take advantage of them, the more energy it will take from you. Like any battery, they can last for years
if you take enough care.
But also like any battery, it will stop eventually. So rest, recharge, and take care of your battery. Because you deserve every opportunity
it can give you
Jan 9, 2025
Jan 9, 2025 at 10:10 PM UTC
Opportunity after opportunity,
some could say leads to discontinuity
Or spontaneity?
Can it ever lead to deity?
Frailty, surely, will come,
But we can spark that with
originality?!
Frivolity can be a gateway,
To birthing new possibilities.
Imagine the ingenuity!
Nov 13, 2024
Nov 13, 2024 at 8:54 PM UTC
Looking back at another year,
Being thankful for things far and near.
The horizon has never been this bright,
The sea of love brimming with glorious light.
Looking back at another year,
Grateful for things small and dear.
Possibilities like soft molding sand,
Hope of adventures crossing sea and land.
Mar 24, 2024
Mar 24, 2024 at 3:37 PM UTC
I'm again in a transition,
A non-medical scientist by my schooling,
A writer, singer-poet, and author by passion,
These days I'm at Gorakhpur to join a new job,
For another new opportunity that I grabbed,
One of the many exams I cracked,
This job is that of an Assistant Audit Officer.
I marvel at what life has shown me,
Educated at school in non-medical sciences,
Physics, Chemistry, Math, English & Physical Education.
Then I undertook the first paradigm career shift,
Started my Bachelor degree in Biotechnology
Met with the unfortunate cataclysmic road accident,
Survived the 23-day coma against all odds.
Oh the odds, do you remember, oh life?
200+ beats per minute heart rate in the coma,
104°F+ fever accompanied the ****** injuries,
Fractured cheekbone just below the left eye.
Brain stem injuries sent the global doctors in a Tizzy,
Nobody was certain about my survival or the recovery,
But I survived.
The second paradigm shift here was my survival.
They had said at the hospital,
"Only the most serious cases come to ICU #2,
And the lost cases come to HDU #7."
BUT I DIDN'T DIE.
I survived everything that you threw at me,
Everything, even negative people,
Who made weird recommendations.
What did they recommend to my parents after the accident?
— to make me join an easier degree course,
— to make me train for weaving baskets,
— to set up a toffee shop for me to earn bread,
— and what not to discourage my family,
— my parents had dreams for their only child,
— all the whilst I was in the uncertain coma,
— and the pitiable vegetative state for 30 more weeks,
— where I endured immense pains.
Oh life, you've been so hard!
You gave me COVID-SARS in 2012,
I didn't die,
I completed my B.Tech in Biotechnology.
More loneliness followed,
I still didn't give up on life,
Completed my M.Tech in Animal Biotechnology.
The third paradigm shift was next,
When I cleared 4 recruitment exams,
And joined as a Probationary Officer
With the State Bank of India.
The fourth paradigm shift now comes,
I have shifted to the job of an Assistant Audit Officer,
With the Comptroller & Auditor General of India.
I defeated death,
But I seem to be fighting a lost battle
Against loneliness in my life.
Mar 12, 2024
Mar 12, 2024 at 11:46 PM UTC
Oh me, oh my, even when I try I lose it all, I've never understood why
Mind and heart ravaged but can't reciprocate, what happened to an eye for an eye?
You plead for a win, I beg for a tomorrow, abused by karma without ever meeting the guy
Every day I pray for one more opportunity to watch the sun traverse the sky
If this is not allowed then please, before any enforcement, explain to me why...
©2023
Dec 20, 2023
Dec 20, 2023 at 6:05 PM UTC