nothing matters
as everything (here) is 'matter'

designing n expressing…
a field I chose,
as there’s no right or wrong…
where one can sing
one’s own painted song…

surfing the waves of life
ignorant of my inner strife.
I flew on wings of dreams
till I chanced upon, one day
on the spiritual door, up stream

spirituality then happened to me.
I equally happened back to it.
ever since its been a love lore

all boundaries now diminished
like baby inside mother…
the ‘doer’ and the ‘doing’
the seeker and the sought
have merged into each other…

is there an ‘other’?

‘love’ and ‘spirituality’ to me,
are one n the same thing.
both facilitate the connect of self,
oh so deep within.

the door to immortality
both hold the key.
let the truth unfold
you don’t have to plea.

love is my breathing,
art my signature,
spirituality my anchoring,
absolute soul my true nature.

I fear
one day
I will be on the street
asking for alms of humble passers-by.
Yet, I fear it not.

It is a mere dream
waiting to manifest itself
as my future.
Then
when hunger and death alight my forlorn life,
I shall be lost
in oblivion —
much like my own beginning.
Utopia,
I dream,
is a world peopleless
where I am the lone citizen and the king.

I loathe the sun,
it blinds mine eyes
as does tears.

Darkness (my friend)
is kind enough to
conceal my wretched existence.

I want to exist in a world without time
A world where no one has a clock
No appointments to keep
Like that blissful moment at the end of sleep
Where nothing exists but a quiet ease

In the dark
The english roses
Number the stars
//
The infinite sea
(Of) the other normals
Falling into place
//
After we fell
Fifty shades darker
Ten tiny breaths
Four seconds to lose
//
On such a full sea
The echo maker
Decoded
The narrow road to the deep north
//
Farther away
Legends of literature
(Made) memories
(And) collected poems
//
The little prince
Burned
The beast
The year I met you
//
One hundred names
The ten-year nap
This is my life
//
Save me

Unexpectedly,
she fell
one moment she was fine,
enjoying life
and the next she wasn't

Innocently, she believed that past mistakes wouldn't be repeated
she forgave those who betrayed her without hesitation
and her eyes were lively and playful

She was naive
and that is why she fell
history repeated itself
and so did her past mistakes,
those who had wronged her before, wronged her again
and her eyes were no longer lively and playful
they were guarded and careful

I hope I live to see Ed Sheeran, and Taylor swift live, and spend new years in New York
I hope I make the perfect coffee for my future love and maybe even raise a puppy.
I hope my writing actually gets somewhere,
Than just spilled on a random page,
Of a giant internet database
I hope my little quotes and lyrics
Are sketched into teenage journals
I hope I meet my biggest supporter someday, and hang out with them in Disneyland.
I hope everything stops being crazy,
And everything starts becoming clearer
I hope everyday I am alive, I make positive impact.

I hope, I hope
That the Universe notices,
All the times I nearly broke..
Were all the times,
I began to grow.