And when
The fire is burnt
Ash remains

To the dead
Stop resuscitate

If one fuels
The ego
Ego grows

If one fuels
The kindness
Love grows

If you think
You are in the darkness
Yet see your
Shadow
Still you are in the light
A night like that
And that light will
Lead you

A journey to endeavor

Poetry to me is being naked

No shades
No regret
No shy

Thank you

Today I consulted
Myself
And referred to you
You gazed me
Head to toe
Probably found nothing
Interesting
Then, referred me back

I put myself on
Mindset Therapy
And ensured to rest on time

"No need of follow-up"
"Heal by yourself"
Pretty harsh advice, that was

The soul purpose of
Happiness
Is not to miss
Ownself

Admire

Being silent
Often we fight
For the affair with life
Without any arms
No bullet, no sword
No soldier, no bloodshed
We fight
All inside the head
To win
Or sometimes
Willingly lose
Where losing is still winning
That remains
Without resuscitating hope
Even though
Survival is the award
Forever and always