I need you...

Who else is there to read my poetry

What does bee colony and human society have in common.

Ninety nine percent unprivileged class
work tirelessly to sustain one percent
privileged class, and feel nothing wrong about it.

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

Reality screws the mind.
Life dances in the inferno of passions to its ultimate demise.

Ride towards infinity.

That in which;
One Sees nothing else,
hears nothing else
and understands nothing else.

I am standing on the precipiece

Of a black hole.I will fall into it.

I am not committing suicide.

I want to experience infinity,

first hand!

The rain drops were star shaped and sparkled- didn't enrich the earth- but  added a gleam to its gloomy face.

Best wishes to whom in a world full of injustices?

Although you have often advertised yourself as an occasional stock trader, your everyday mood was linked to the stock market's fortune's, implying an innate desire for money.

My inner mind  says
I am not cut out to be a poet

But I keep defying it by writing
poetry using my outer mind.

The tired twig broke.
A lone Leaf went into a free fall.
It softly landed on the ant hole.
A bustling empire descended into permanent darkness.

Days went by quietly.
Finally, life seemed to uncork with ease.

Why I feel what I feel

is what you feel...

We need poems
because they are an
institution of knowledge

Every day you insulted me.

Today you did not.

I feel very insulted.

An individual whose intellect has been inextricably linked to art becomes an institution on his own.

I left him
because
he had
only soft
Power.

Boss often loses his cool?
Wife may be a terrible cook!

The agony is terminable, but not the feelings created by it.

I was overcome with pride that I
was very fortunate in life-
of course I was in an
intoxicated state!

O, invisible silence, so hauntingly deep, you're a master of disguise.

O, invisible silence, you are like a sharpened knife, causing wounds invisible to the eyes.

The three most important words
in life;

"is it so"

Chant it daily.

Your narrative of life often treaded the familiar path of joy, despair, death etc
But your exclusion of self discovery as the real objective of life was a deliberate attempt on your part to portray life as an end in itself, and a lost cause at that.

They were gone.
I was left out.
They returned.
I stayed away.

Could I be the unopened package holding the dreams of others? Is it mine now, or will someone later come and claim it?

Avoid touching or prodding anything; if you do, itchy life dust fragments will stick to your skin. Instead, veer over to the side

Everything could've been different.
If the mindset of today existed back then.

Every thought is produced
by the "I".
Every thought returns to
the "I".

I declined your offer to help me write my biography because you displayed an unusual level of intimacy with me.

Marriage can be compared to a jackfruit.
Before eating, there's an irresistible smell.
After eating , there's a terrible smell.

Everyone of us is a jigsaw trying to piece together clues to solve the other while ultimately staying unresolved.

During Probation: Humble Servant

After Probation: Deadly Serpent!

Filled with delight.
There were no obvious causes.
Around me, it felt like joy was everywhere.
Life seemed straightforward for a moment.
I know these feelings are ephemeral, though, deep down.
But it is difficult to understand why we sometimes feel such jolts of emotion.

Be joyful by your own nature

be gentle.
be sweet.
be kind.
be grateful.

Just noise, we humans.

Life carries you.
Just stay in it.

Everything in the universe

is in constant motion, including

the god particles.

Karma or action is the underlying

principle of creation.

There is no escape from karma.

Want to succeed in life?

Then follow this,

Keep your head straight

and,

Keep everything inside your

head straight.

You learn more by travelling than reading books. So keep travelling!

Are you a key board warrior?

If so, how many keys are still left

on the key board?

I was kicking the bucket for you
till yesterday,
since you were living
for me.

I am kicking the bucket for you,
today,
since you are leaving
me.

You... kind dark floaters
when you dance
before my eyes
in all shapes
and sizes
you make me
forget that
I am
Blind.

After hearing your words, I feel relieved. I am not responsible for your misunderstanding of me.

Awareness of ignorance

I had sent my poems for lab test
to diagnose their apparent lack of popularity.

Report received read like this;

Acute anaemia seen in poems due to deficiency of strong and apt words

Treatment suggested;

To steal or borrow lines/phrases from other's poems.

I have to stay in this field. I  am at a non plus. Will you permit me to lift a few lines from your archived poems and use them in my poems.

Please let me know......... please.......