I don't believe
I'm being sane
I spent so many times in vain
And the troubles
Keep gaining ground
No one believes the things I found

Feels like
I made another stain
I'm not sure if
I'm feeling pain
Just following predilections
Always trusting precognitions

I'm not sure what
I mean to say
Feels like so much
Has gone away
Forgot to put salt on my wounds
Of course you know
The things I've found

Human tree of knowledge has two branches . Greek evidence and Indian advice
if Delhi aches once , Athens aches twice. if Athens couldn't sleep Delhi sings her a song and kisses her dimples
if Delhi couldn't breath Athens
blows the the flames of love
in  her   timples  
if  our tree witheres we all pay the price.
breath my beloved India breath
we are all with you when death casts his dice.

when light and shadow share your face, justice bleeds all colors
when you smile the sun beneath my skin cracks a pomegranate
red garnet comes to life.
this tango of lights ripens  my  heart as a fig,
crowded with seasons ,
on your fingers I counted my absence and my presence
  when i think of you. ,you are the tribes in my voice
every mom like every city has her unique smell and yours is the smell of life, Mom

chewing on corpses to hand you this rose
seeking the bones of ancestors
to know why the embryo is deformed :
We tend to flee from  our suspicions
to be preyed on by what we know .
when we sleep we are within his hand
when we wake up
our illusions about him wakes up too.
love is the endless you.
the oldest we
the perfect she
the I-less I
and is the deepest sudden sigh

There are things of great significance
greatly sought
greatly valued
which I cannot put in a search bar

There are things I cannot place
on a spreadsheet
or in my pocket
which I place above all else

There are things I find
difficult to quantify
impossible to define
but which have immense meaning

And so, I do not try
to capture them
to count them
and instead I invite them in

Today in early morning
Smokey blue sky
Only one bright star to see
Searching for my moon
Where is she, unexpectedly
right above me
Gave me a smile
I stand still
Almost half moon I greet
Watching me and the star afar.




Shell ✨🐚

growling in my stomach
larger than a lion
that ties in everything I do

brighter than a flame burning
turning light onto the shadows
flinging pens as if they're arrows

on the marks of men
that left footprints on my hide
the stain has spread and dried

a song I’ll sing till I die
and none can silence me
I’m a worker bee