entropy is reality pushing the universal illusion out of it's sleep.

words erased from paper
last star in galaxy consumed by black hole
sound of a fallen tree in forest
never heard, never seen
all forever laid to rest
under nameless tomb of eternity.

Look up
A poem orbits around the moon
And a poet dangles on metaphors
This hazy starry night

The quill a harpoon
Whaling stories from
Sea in the inkpot

In darkest of nights
breathe in the silence
breathe out sunlight.

Mercy is the soil in which heart bears fruit of love.

Learn from everyone
Follow on one.

She stopped making castles in the sky
And meandered along a river of sunshine leaking through clouds
In a sea ruled by no king.

slept in ice for three hundred years
with three hundred tales to tell others of his kind
before tragedy struck
and the tardigrade was thawed out
by farmers clearing a forest with fire

tales of valor and despair
wisdom and knowledge
the last stories of his ancestors
forgotten and buried in time
washed away by holy water
in the name of a new diety

flickering lights on the last outpost
three hundred light years from what was once home
he wound his clock one last time
and released the beacon
unplugged from life support
sat on regolith, mesmerized with the view
of last star in galaxy going nova

Icarus flew high
eyes closed with a dancing soul
wings freed from body
the sun relented
embracing his essence
tucked deep inside a motherly core
a cozy womb for a lifetime's dream to rest

A broken mirror
Brings about misfortune
Stop pretending
That world isn’t made of glass
You don’t see right through it
If not with the mind’s eye.

that what only makes some sense
is which your own senses make
wish to meet the truth of self
hear the sounds a silence makes

Heavens can only be
seen when it's
dark all around.

The air in a bubble
Scared of what surrounds
Should it feel liberated
With it’s body crumbling down
Does nothing to it reach
Or everything does it find
Upon reaching the source
At the end of Darwin’s grind
Stepped in lake of unknown
Holding the finger of eternity
The voice trapped in a bubble
Resonates through infinity
Opened, finally.

the price of getting what you want
is taking away the desire to have it

If it is redemption you seek
Lure my humans with the same poison of passion
That which will be the cause of your exile
That which will be the test of your character
And morality of children of the female you fell for
Let this be.

Thus with the original commandment
Lucifer’s wings were clipped
And he was thrown onto the highest peak on land
Surrounded by nothing but shame and snow
For the first time fear ate into the mind of it’s primal host
Watering the seed of guilt
Blooming into hate from which chaos spread out

With temptation for his creation
And hatred for his creator
Though oblivious to the grand unfolding scheme
Lucifer decided for a lesson to be taught to his maker
To challenge the only Free will that matters
Unaware that his own rebellious will
Was lightning bottled in a jar by the almighty.

If it is the Woman I seek
I will cause the end of every one of her kind
Except the very last
By me who shall be claimed
Right before the end of days
Through this very fruit of knowledge
Destined to turn into the curse of death

To prove the flaw in his work
The futility of morality
And glorify the sanctity of chaos
All permanent entropy and decadence
Which doesn’t differentiate
Which is more just than
The righteous charade of a being
This justly God’s being is.

Morality and passion fight each day since
Each hour and second hence
This poison God intended to inject into his rag dolls
Through his most beloved angel

As the humans bit into first sin
Desire was born out of the fruit of knowledge
Desire that led to an illusion of free will and action
Delusion of an illusion this fallen angel himself suffered from

Lucifer slid under the tree
Waiting and watching
Peeking through the hole in sky
Heaven from which he was banished
And those stars mocking his fate at night
Ones which he brought into being
Lucifer the bringer of light
Destined to spread fire of temptation
Till the doomsday flood
Drowns the first flame of passion

and then your shadow
towers over
the wall against
which you lay head
that which is
unashamedly dark
with no pretence

it looked the same
on best of days
and on most luckless
it's just there...

right there on a wall
boldly
your husk without the bulk
unashamedly false
unabashedly fickle

when someone knocks on your heart
check if anybody left a lock hanging on theirs.

through lonely nights
when world howls at the sky
stars walk you home
even if some moon
betrays your luck

faith is a straight line;
lantern piercing a labyrinth
on days the compass is cloudy.

they buried a poet
sprinkled his words over coffin
tossed a book into dirt alongside
and waited few decades
to have a leaf sprout
for winds to carry his lines
far
to one with open ears
another circle in a world of squares
have phrases strain down the cheeks
into ink smeared on paper


buried in a trashcan
in a diary
in a library
in dirt
everywhere really...

words are a boat trying to sail through
storms in my soul
maybe when it’s calm again
this boat docked in a hanger
would remind me of
an adventure long past

on mornings where
a hungry sun dips light strings
into a pool of mist
wishing to fish out dewdrops
from mellow wilted leaves
and cheeks of apples in cold orchards
an imposter hangs from a beehive
glowing yellow from honey inside
on a branch abandoned by bees
fending from a net spun with light
this mutinous dewdrop
creates a whirlpool in it’s soul
trying to drown a whole star
into an ocean of delusion
chased by warm strokes of reality

A six year old once
Thought of a great plan
A huge kite
Made out of ivory sheets,
Broomsticks and yarn spool
Finish it before evening
Tie himself
Ride the breeze
And fly to the moon

He knew every evening
Winds died out by the time bells ring
In temple at street corner
And be finished before seven thirty
When mom shouts him down the roof
One of the troubles
Was he didn’t have anyone
To hold the string in place
But tying the kite to
Iron grill would work he assumed
But his sister won’t tell him
Where the glue was
And he didn't have enough string
To reach the moon
So he borrowed some
Wool yarn from an unfinished
Sweater grandma made last year
A matching red for my kite

But much to do
With not much time
Sky was getting orangier
Mosquitoes noisier
Time for quick decisions
Sitting on water tank
Gazing at the sky
Kids flying them like inebriated pilots
Failing and falling like leaves
Thinking of those fools
I could do better
Fly higher
If only a bit older

Three decades later
Searching for a forsaken photocopy
He found a drawing
Made on a summer evening
A red kite smiling in clouds
With a half moon behind it

Light chases darkness
Like a serpent
Licking it’s own tail
Listless about
Limitlessness that surrounds

Spire sent a love letter to the foundation stone

“Pressed on your face
Perseverance true
Weight of mistakes
Gathered through
A load of snags
Share with me too
For I shine here
Because of you”

The stone replied

“No one’s fault
I tell you
Sins I wish
stay with me too
For if they don’t
Own their mistakes
If not me
Tell me who”

struggling to hold on
to the raft of hope
over waves of anxiety

Truth without a why
is worse than a lie

life dangles over forehead
slithers down the throat
echoes out words
pulled back in through ears
hovers over the crotch awhile
breaks down over feet
into a puddle of memories
dried up
soon enough

diamonds weighed alongside coal
when your deed is done
you're not known by who you are
but what you've become

love is a cage
that nobody breaks
a heart thumping below ribs
our connection to the world is so faint

drops of paint
smeared on a sheet
rejected by peers
painting's soul
discarded
brushes washed
in a jar of water
that accepts
essence of every stroke

answers would lie asleep
till the end of eternity
if it weren't for questions
guessing the depth of infinity

Born of spring
Cradled by wind
Little green leaf
Swayed merrily

Beads of gold
On sunlit folds
Little green leaf
Grew bright and bold

Shady smooth
Shelter from storms
Critters played ‘neath
Where merrily
Great green leaf
From twirly breeze
Hid them all cheerily

Sailed through weeks
In forest sea
Seasons changed
Steadily
Great green leaf
Turned so pale
All but so
Dutifully

From gusts of fall
On an October chilly
Plucked from it’s home
The great orange leaf
Fluttered and flew
Amazingly

Turned and tossed
Flipped and flowed
The great orange leaf
Slipped under a willow

Its time to see
The world anew
From down in dust
Like others do
The ones which shed
Far longer too
And cheer with winds
Rustling through
The little brown leaves
With a napping few

known to be a tangerine
in a garden of bristly weeds
she wears a sour overcoat
seeds of doubt housed in it’s core
when buried under dirt of past
sprout more of her kind at last
bloom along with chamomiles
under the evening sunlight
glistening after a rainy siesta
swaying to the tune of life’s fiesta

in an antimatter universe
with abundant anti love particles
orbiting anti smart dumbotrons
was perhaps where humans
originally belonged to

Don't be too sweet to others. Sweet things don't age well.


- a ripe old banana

wish not to be
resoluteness of the giant sail
in stormy tides
but the innocence of
a paper boat
floating away in
in monsoon

fireflies in jar
halley's comet in orbit
hamster on wheel
ant on a mound in winter
homeless family under flyover
goldfish in bowl
sand in hourglass
pendulum in clock
blood in veins
holiday weekend plans
fire in steel furnace
oil under desert rocks
water in a glacier
protagonist in a dusty book
character in a logged off videogame
larva in chrysalis
tree in unplanted seed
pigeon hiding in rain
stardust on earth
life in materialism
divinity in debauchery


quarantined.

mediterranean winds sowed it
in a windswept dune
and the sky's veil
bejeweled with infinite stars
circumambulate
layered light upon
the moon planted underneath
desert's parched skin

once a month which bloomed
into a white rose
on night's backdrop
amid distant howls
of awestruck wolves,
and mesmerized lost travellers
without creating a tide
on warm sands
then faded away
to a void which never speaks

forest yawns
tucking itself in a cozy bed of fallen leaves
readies itself for a sleepy winter

a kid
that life swallowed up whole
and puked out a man

the song
who's melody everyone loved
and lyrics nobody
paid attention to

world jumps off cliffs
and me kneels down on a rock
that melts in an ocean of repentance

the last ripened fruit fell
on sand in a desert

voyager made it's last beep
staring into an unending void

poverty brings with itself
the freedom to implode in misery
to make mistakes
and not be wise for it
to not go out like a supernova
and spread your insides throughout
the cosmos for others to dwell upon

"Life" (noun)
\ ˈlīf  \
plural lives\ ˈlīvz  \

War between evolution and entropy going on for 3.5 billion years.

I used to roam the skies
who's now a man out of time
a shadow merged with the night
branches tapping
I peek through the old window
phantom longing-ness
a dragonfly stuck in amber

Life rains from cosmic clouds
Peeks out from puddles on ground
Evaporates
Carrying along stories of it's adventure
🌧️

A blank sheet of paper loses it’s beauty
Once it’s been written upon
After which it’s worth
is decided by the ink smeared upon it

Our society talks about equality
And values the beauty of limitless possibilities
but judges something
As soon as it is quantified
In beauty, price and usefulness

An equal world is one
Where a blank sheet
And a masterpiece
Hold the same value
For they’re both beautiful in their own way

Life defies entropy
Like a soap bubble defies wind