I mistook the snake for a rope,
luckily it was dead.

Why aren't any eyes looking in this direction?
Why aren't more people drawn to this location?
Why are they not intended for this place, exactly?
Why don't they just stop by and take another look?
There is no doubt that if they return, both they and the location will be more alluring.
What was once abandoned must be revisited rather than forgotten.

Want to revive your
faded memories
of childhood,
visit your old school
and hug your maths
teacher...
... and share your experience
through your poems!

Why are you making such a heavy weather of that poem you are writing?

Write a simple rhymed prose.
People will read it like a poem.

Why launch rockets worth millions of dollars into the empty sky?

Instead, put food into the mouths of billions of  people with empty stomach down here.

I have a right to know what
you are thinking inside your mind
about me.

I write poetry just
to keep my life in
right trajectory.

The words you used to reassure your mind have incited a riot in my head.

When robots become our bosses

We become second hand humans

Biology: plant roots grow downwards in search of water and nutrients.

Spirituality: Grow spiritual roots downwards
into the soil of God's love.

Nature and humans
are now rowing the same
boat in opposite direction

Garbled semantic
expressions,
framed to safeguard the Rich
and harass the Poor.

Everyone is running
madly not reach the goal
but to beat the other.

They are not in any game
They do not want to win either
They just want to overtake the other.

Bad times: You run in circles.

Good times: Others run in circles for
                       you.

Time won't slow for us
Time won't stop for us

Time won't allow you
to go slow

Time won't permit you to stop
at some place

Time takes you to your final
destination, regardless of whether
you need it or not.

Time is ruthless
Time is heartless

Time is always on Time

The only aspect incessantly
intact in me is the pounding
rytham of my heart.

Some value safety

Other's value risk

I value opportunity!

Don't put salt to the sea
It won't make it calm

Ocean water remains salty

even as sweet river water flows into it

Continuously.

Similarly,

Life remains salty even as

heavenly spirit streams into it

constantly.

Salvation means buying
a ticket for a block buster
movie well in advance and
watching it from a balcony seat.

It obviates the need to stand in the frenzied queue meant for the
ignorant.

Each of us is a character in the same life tale, with only our perspectives separating us.

We share the same DNA.

What more, we are strands

of the same Soul.

Life appears to be beautiful when viewed on a scale model.

Hmm..I am searching for "Ego Free Zone".

Someone told me that it's located here,
in the poet's conclave.

Could you, my poet friend, show me the way.

I am only  second best in life.

I have found third best tend to be much happier than second best.

Why happiness does not follow proper consideration or rule.

We are like a drop of water that has jumped out of the mighty and vast Ocean.

We have all the constituents of
the Ocean, but no power!  A tiny reflection of the Ocean.

Once we merge with the Ocean, we regain its power and vastness, again !

This is the secret of creation!

Want to attain divinity

Give respect to women

And others money

My heart feels heavy from the weight of the secrets my friends gave to me to  hide in my heart, forever.

I had let them know clearly that I am not good at keeping secrets, and, I am likely to slip and tell someone. But they had a strange faith in me.  

Most of these secrets are trivial- not worthy of being called a secret. But I am expected to keep them as such, nevertheless.

Some secrets  got leaked from my heart  because I had not protected them with a secret password.

Some secrets got stolen from my heart because viscious people hacked my heart using tools such as friendship, coercion, intimidation etc., and made me to spill the beans.

Luckily, I have not executed any  confidentiality agreement with my friends.  

Keeping others secrets in your heart is the most difficult job in the world. It is stressful and heart breaking.

Plants have Conciousness.

Confide your problems
With plants.

They will tell you silence
is the best solution for
your problems.

Be full from outside.
But, completely empty
from inside!

Let there be little smile
on your face, every time you meet someone.

Let there be little compassion in your heart, every time you give something to others.

Let there be little gratitude in your heart, every time you receive
something from others.

Let there be little divinity in your heart, everytime you stand before God to pray.

Little things matter more in life than big things.

Discovery of " Self"

is the greatest discovery.

You led a self-absorbed life.
You had missed to notice the changes outside your living space, rendering your philosophical thoughts out dated and out of touch with the current state of the society.

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

All my poems are
self contradictory
expressions!

When one is defeated within, one puts on a brave face, like a tree stripped of its branches shining brightly in the fading sunlight.

In the depths of our minds, a question resides,

Are awe just one mind, or many minds intertwined?

As  ideas and thoughts collide in a dance of trance,

the conclusions arrived is always illogical and self defeating.

It rained nonstop.
Then there were floods.
Mudslides rained in, wreaking havoc.
People began to wonder why nature destroys itself in order to destroy them.

Poems are selfies of our souls
in Words.

Self criticism leads

to self improvement.

I lament looking at the ruinous
state of my own mind.

Don't post something

Say something

Let me  be the serene pause between the two spoken words.
May my stillness serve  as a bridge, strong and secure, mending the frailties that words often suffer.