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

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

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

Before the page was turned over
It was a beautiful silence all around
A soft white light everywhere he could see
Joy unbridled

When things changed
Turned imperfect
And light was harder to find
A fog of amnesia surrounded his consciousness
And the ones he found around himself were just as unaware of their place in this wilderness

They journeyed through a windy desert
Stopping only for a confused communion once in a while
Peering into each other’s eyes for an answer
Finding darkness and fear of the unknown

Then one star came up on the horizon
The brightest of them all
With the hope of a treasure at the end of its journey through the sky
He followed it
and others followed his twinkling promise through clouds
And whenever it hid for longer than a few moments
The faith of those around him faltered

He held still
In wait and cried
"O king of stars, lead us to joy
Lead us to purpose for we are lost”
The others howled behind him
They asked for forgiveness, some begged for mercy
Some demanded assurance, some slept simply, with no footprints left on desert sand

“O king of stars,
Though I may stumble
Or I may yet fall
Still I know you’ll be with me
See me through all”
His chant of devotion which many repeated
People charted the star’s path over and over every night
For what else was there to do
Everything else seemed to be dead,
the sand, the sky, the wind, the emptiness in everyone’s eyes

Thus they started their journey
Walking for eons through an endless nothingness
Sleeping and waking up every which-where they wished ; whenever they wished
Doubting, hoping, fighting, loving and hating the one they called messiah
Who finally lead them to a hill over which the star stopped in its path

And everyone sat over the hill waiting
With legs aching from the journey
Minds tired and scared of the unknown
The messiah told them I played my part
Before he closed his exhausted eyes
And gained his long lost light

Then the star fell from sky and vanished into oblivion
Just as it all began
The desert was dark again

He killed the star some said
Some said the star killed him
Some said there never was a star and they were fools to walk behind him for so long

Wind and sand grew colder still
as the night went from blue to black
To be put away from the nightmare of darkness
People wished upon the broken star
To put an end to their misery

And one by one
Their wish came true
Before it was not

dewdrop swinging on grass blade
drunk in its merriment
in shape of a perfect star
whose pale rays condense
in a drop of water
surrounded by friends
critters of the night


among many alike
earth is a dewdrop
a tear on the cheek of creation
destined to be dried away
by breeze of temporariness
in meadow of eternal time

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

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

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

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

Foolish owl stares at the horizon
Skybound
While ocean meets the evening
Chases this illusion of union
Gives up

Wise owl stares at the horizon
Perched on a branch
While ocean meets the evening
Waits for darkness
Stays awake for the view

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

the last ripened fruit fell
on sand in a desert

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

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

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

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

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

rainbows aren’t beautiful
deceptive
a beautiful mirage
that you know won’t stay
and cause sadness

but maybe that’s wherein its beautiful
without a promise of the future
it lives the moment
and the moment lives itself through its beauty

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

went to the market of desires
to exchange my inadequacies
found no buyers

Life defies entropy
Like a soap bubble defies wind

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

... every thought in your head
realized into a separate timeline in another universe
Would you take responsibility for your ugly thoughts?

... all your wishes were fulfilled instantly
Would such power still keep you
A nice person?

... you could hear other people’s thoughts
Would you give a second chance to people
Who had a terrible first impression of you?

... every plant and animal in the world
Could talk to you
Would you be able to eat?

... God told you how disappointed he was with humans
Would you risk being called insane
and share God’s message with everyone?

... you had the power to take free-will away
From all sentient beings
Would you take upon yourself to write their destiny?

... what if you had the power to destroy the universe
And make everyone live a permanently blissful afterlife
Would you do it?

never melt
the unbridled heart of a snowflake
it may turn into
an avalanche

Let me be the burnt stick,
Charred by storms I didn't escape,
But still warm enough
To spark the next soul’s flame.

If not for brilliance, then for warmth.
If not for glory, then for grace.
Let me be useful to the divine—
Even if only as the ember beneath another’s fire.