In the same way that rain sometimes eludes dense clouds,
poetry sometimes eludes my mind, bursting with imagination,
leaving me yearning for heavenly inspiration.

On some days, poetry can be elusive, much like our promises.

Life is
worth
when you
emancipate the
mind from social
bondages.

Last ember burns long

Home.
Room.
Mind.


Everything is empty.

Your are not on the same plane of consciousness as I am right now.

So, your statements on our past run-in
seems to be empty echoes of the past.

Life unfolds as a journey of aimless strides, time has abandoned faces, and shadows have lit souls.
Just as a thunderclap fills an empty cave, the experience is void.

I cannot hear you;

Empty heads are making noises

everywhere.

I sang with my heart full of emotions.
My heart, like the auditorium, was empty in the end.

My heart is empty,
fill it with what
you love

His nimble hand has begun to remove the pictures he sketched many millennium ago.

Nothing matters at the end of the
day.

As we dance towards the precipice of self-betrayal, the end of humanity looms.

When everything was over, I wanted to return. But my desire to wait till the end is what came to an end first.

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

Any person who remains the same in honor and dishonor is called an enlightened person

I am looking at the sky
because the strong wind has blown away the roof that was hanging over my head.

I am looking at the sea
because the strong wave
has devoured the wall that was
blocking my view.

Now,I am looking into my own consciousness because the mighty force of knowledge has  destroyed the veil of ignorance that had enveloped my mind.

Solemn silence

Vigorously croaking frogs with a crush.
Dark clouds' enlarging shadow.
Values and possessions are washed away by raging flood.

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

Even my smile is not

original;

it's fake !

When I tried to flush my mind to get rid of your memories, they began to overflow and contaminate every cell in my body.

It seems time  has forgotten to touch your face for a long time.

The sea of life has no harbours.

Someone said my poems look
like etymological puzzles.

But honestly I don't know
the meaning of etymology!

I can't write my normal poor poetry for a while after writing a swashbuckling poem.
After the euphoria of greatness has worn off, my poor poetry begins to run through my veins onto the paper once more.

My pen wobbled, when

I tried to capture the ever changing

Shapes of Clouds, in words.

Why do you want to climb
Mount Everest?

"Because it's still there!"

Today, once again,
I feel your absence

Help the evil in obtaining salvation. At least then, the good can live in peace in this planet.

Oh, evolution, you could have saved the day if you had kept us as monkeys swinging gleefully in the trees instead of elevating us as humans with restless minds and lethal egos.

I am tired of being quite,
a self imposed silence.

An attempt to break the chain
of thoughts, to realise my true self.

I never knew silence in excess is
unbearable.
I want to get out of this, soon.

But everything around me
has become silent.

How to break the ice.
I don't want to do it first.

I just drank half of your cup of woes.
My cup of woes is now full.
Will you going to drink half of it?

Be better than your excuses

When will Covid be over

Everyone is waiting to exhale!

In the stillness,
Your presence lingers with me,
even when you're gone.

I always wipe my tears with the muslin hankie you gave me.

Thoughts became sounds
Or, sounds became thoughts
is an unsolved mystery.

But the  inevitable birth of language started the human exploration of what lies outside and inside his mind!

A never ending exploration !

You nearly killed me with the lightning bolts you fired from your eyes.

Face value declines with age.
Every wrinkle formed is a devaluation of face value.

Stop explaining yourself because in this fact-checking age, no one will trust you.

Excess sugar in your body numbed you, not my excess love.

Our love did not take off

because you didn't ignite

the engines of Passion in me.

I regret to tell you, there is no second

chance in love.

Failing is fun!
You become a solitary reaper, enjoying your liberation from testing world alone, without being surrounded by pseudo friends.

An emotional brew of rage and depression..
Isolation, but karma is after you.
Reconciliation with destiny, but Life is unwilling to go along.
Faced with foes and left to one's own devices.
The verdict is still out: failure.

Who is the witness to a fake life?
Do the people we live with resemble the images in our hearts?

Fall and fail
Fall and fail

You will
Rise and Shine

The ground beneath
is strong and supportive.

One last quick look at the text that will be printed. It appears like a good job was done.
a surefire path to notoriety and ubiquity. A constantly self-centered mind slowly begins to consider eternal stardom while it is still considering the effort that has to be done to get there. It ultimately reaches the unforgiving people, who throw it aside like a pile of *******. I've come to understand that life revels in fantasy while being miserable in reality.