Daily life's travails stirs hornet's nest.
Self biting thoughts buzz in mind's unrest.
Misery's broth is  brewing continuously.

Lost in an vast expanse of imaginary space,
Are we mere ripples in time?
Distortions in space?

Words flow endlessly,
from my heart, cannot break free.
Trapped in poetry.

Life's masterpiece of art, blazing bright everywhere.Everyone of us a speck of light within it. Scattered randomly, presenting a unique wholesome sight.

Fragrance of memory
blends with dust as we tread.
Life becomes a sacred journey.

Born and die we are,
No one is superior or inferior.
Equal in the end.

Not the intelligence that comes from evolution, but humility is what makes us human.

Endless tales fatigue.
Poetry offers peace.
Words calm the chaos.

Heart touching musical score.
Entranced audience in tears.
God crying in their souls.

we are,
mere obstacles in the path
of the light's warm glow.
Shining in darkness.

A forgotten flower,
once adored, now left to wilt,
lonely and unseen.

Unfamiliar skies.
Every moment new and bright.
Home seems far away.

AI reigns supreme.
Humans locked up and obsolete.
Own creation kills.

Every time life appeared monotonous, a catchy tune would come along and propel my life forward.

We are reflections,
mirroring each other's souls.
Connected as one.

Misprinted thoughts.
Life seems to be a misquoted statement.
In deep freeze, true words.

Universe unfolds
Through the lens of my own thoughts
Mind, the projector

Yesterday’s dream fades.
Today’s dream begins to bloom.
Life is a dream stream.

Sun, why are you  so shy?
Hiding behind the clouds, feeling blue?
Come out, let us shine.

A Sage within poet?
A Poet within sage? who knows?
Wisdom's mystery?
Who resides within each of us?

Inequality,
root of humanity's powerlessness.
Divided, we fall.

Why sleep, why wake up?
Two is like a dream, unsure
Which is true, I ponder...

On the large screen, everyone was watching news about the financial market. Old shares were performing admirably. The eerie sunami was gradually bringing in old stockpiles of trash into the area. The lives of people was about to take a drastic turn.

Half moon hanging low.
No one gets elated now.
Waiting for full glow.

Put that perspective, many of us seem unimportant to life. Now, let me just say this: a tree without leaves is unsightly and will not survive.

I unexpectedly bump into an old friend.
He feigns he doesn't know me.
To stir up memories of the past in us, I whip up curds of nostalgia.
But he won't swallow it.
Feeling let down, I walk away, realising that memories cannot unite disparate lives that have crossed paths by chance.

Machines learn and grow,
Humans falter, lose their way.
AI reigns, we bow and rue.

Enduring smile blossoms,
Pain's grip loosens, disappears,
Joy fills every breath.

Intelligence blinds,
Crises we inflict overwhelm,
Doom awaits us all.

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With the help of our blogs, life appears more real and less like an empty canvas.

Life is a frequent shift of perceptions that has no tangible benefit to the majority but entangles them in the tumultuous web of life as inconsequential participants for a substantial period of time.

Aversions arise.
Yet, living in harmony,
Peace endures.

In the wide embrace of life,
compassion binds our hearts.
We thrive united.

Interest accrues fast.
Even on holidays of rest,
Lenders profit still.

Is it fair? One asks,
Collecting interest on days
Meant for respite?
Shouldn't interest have rest on holidays?

Fight, struggle, or plot, but remain with the lot. 
We are the ingredients of life with a unique flair. 
When we blend well, we make life a beautiful piece of art.

We live on in other people's minds forever, like priceless or painful memories.

The dominant trait, shared by all universally.
Events unfold, reflecting the dominant trait, binding, and felt by mankind.

God sees your struggles, no need to tell him.
Whisper to your problems now,
healing is assured.

Space and time, immeasurable.
Imagination, uncalibrated thoughts.
Life, exploring reality through experience.

Rage taints our pathway.
Desolate souls seek to drain.
Huddling in bushes.
Solace found in shades.
Obscurity hides our pain.

The wind is blowing hard today.
The straggling clouds have come together to cover the sky, leaving an imposing gloom in their wake. Fear shakes people's lives. They are unaware that nature simply pours—it doesn't wail.

In this chaotic world, the saviours flee in fear as the terminators prowl. Surviving is not easy.

We are mere punctuations,
in this vast sea of existence.
Little dots, seeking meaning
in each line of life’s narrative.

happiness and difficulty, arrived and left, unsolicited.
Transient emotions, jolting experience.  
Life seems to be a never ending stream of thoughts, chronic.

The wind is blowing, the weather is nice, but the future seems bleak.

The sun feels good on the skin, yet things don't seem good in life.

There is greenery all around, which is calming to the sight, but life is not looking well.

Everything seems to be there in life, save for the assurance that it will continue.

Sail past all ensnaring memories and forever be free.

Who lit the hearth that is the mind?
I am tired of pouring blocks of thoughts into it repeatedly.
How can the raging fire be put out?
Oh God, who should I turn to now to put out this raging fire?