Marry at first sight

        and

continuously fight after

first night.

The roots of war lie in poverty.

The roots of poetry lie in
emotions.

My ultimate poem

ultimately did not

happen.

A person who is not afraid of losing just to make other's happy cannot defeated by anyone.

If any thing is unbeatable in this world,
it must be
the Human Tongue!

String your beads of prayers through an unbreakable thread  of devotion to make your bond with God strong and permanent.

The spiritual discourse was over, my soul felt so strong,
thought my mind was clear, but I was surely wrong,
But as I left the hall, rain poured with no remorse,
I cursed at life, as I walked back into the hall distraught,
I realised that my mind is a slave to the elements, not higher powers.

The mind is frequently violated by unauthorised thoughts. Bad thoughts are played as nice ones by the mind. When wicked things are done, the mind dresses itself in a pious robe. The uncommitted mind is never caught.

I always support underdogs
because top dogs are
going to win, anyway,
by any or
all means.

That unfinished smile was the last thing I expected to see after everything you said and did to demonstrate your antagonism to me.

Close to everything.
Not fixed in anything,
like a dream.

A pet dog, abandoned
in a desolate place,
searches for its
heartless owner.

Blessings abound.
But yours remains unfound.
A blessing in disguise.

We believe that someone is in possession of our hearts.

We believe that we are in possession of their goals and dreams.

We believe that the vast majority of people think and live in that way.

Even though I have been conversing with my mind for a very long time, we are still not friends.

You can't hurt me

I live in the spirit

Not in my mind.

We are travelling quickly on a path that is blind to our misery.
We believe that destiny will unfold itself.
Our goals change, and so does our path.
Nothing appears to be close to where we want to be. But we keep moving.

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

Find out the artist
Who paints the Moon
big one day,

Smaller ones
on subsequent days

and finally
makes it disappear
altogether

I request you all
once again to find
out this great universal
Artist with a
magical brush in his hands!

Smile

Universe is the product of a tussle between mass and energy, each trying to become the other. This tussle will be a continuous process.

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

A cosmic unity of souls

A feather spread peacock
with head and trunk missing !

A distortion of reality

One  massive mass of fluid heading inexorably to infinity.

A dance of  the atoms !

Vibration

I went over the sky and discovered that the stars were torches used by angels to navigate darkness.

I'm not sure why, after promising to show me the path, you raced away, leaving me to find the rest on my own.

A voyage over sea to find a Dreamland
On a boat overflowing with
no land people
Hostile shores
The boat overturns
The kind Sea welcomes everyone
into the dark abyss.

Who am "I"

The world becomes apparent when the unlit eyes receive the visionless light.

Recycled thoughts frequently burst through mental cracks. Unpleasant recollections flood the mind.
Self-defeated souls' shadows are still menacingly following. The waves of the long-contained bitter memories crash into life, unexpectedly. Without  a worthy reason, the present becomes the past.

Long interactions with you, while unproductive, were not damaging because I was able to maintain my sanity at the end of the day, every time.

The rising Sun

Un-puzzles

the riddles

of life.

Don't seek my advice
about writing good
Poetry.

Some day someone will
come and lift me out of
the morass... and Sun will
Shine on me ...

Don't harbour such unrealistic
dreams

Nothing like that is going
to happen!

Your poetic portrayal of me was an exaggeration of your imagination, while the truth was very different.

The question I'd like to pose to you is, whether poetry can depend on a poet's unrealistic imagination power or reality?

Living beneath my mobile screen
Life less and formless;
yet shape my thoughts and actions
Life is controlled by unseen people
and forces.

A smile spares no one.

Silence is the language of the souls.

Time and Tongue cannot be tied down.

From my rejection to
felicitation you
sneaked in between.

"I'm leaving you," she said.

"You're relieving me," he said.

What happens when poets marry each other secretly?

Nothing much.

They will write a poem on elopement !

some addictions become so entrenched that mind ceases to see them as addictions.

Cut the talk. Cut the walk.
Cut the music. Cut the reading.

Cut everything for sometime.

        Sit alone, quietly.

Take time to understand life.

Your puzzled expression at the award ceremony showed the agony you had undergone due to your mental exile from reality, while composing your poetry on occultism.