🐝 The Bee’s Tale 🐝

Bees, white and black bees — buzzy buzzy bees,
She hummed, hummed on the flower leaves.
Once she sat on the hallucinating breeze,
Of freshness flowing through scented flora

She moved, moved closer to kiss thy nectar sizzling,
Sat closer, closer to petals — it’s mesmerizing.
But fell into a pit — a dark indeed,
From flower to leaves, what curse did she breed?

It just haunted the bee — but the lid is closed deep,
No whispers now — no nectar to keep.

Now she became the nitrogen nectar,
What thee needs, O bee — churned up indeed.

I fell from the sky to blue sea-
To die, yet not to die.
Why must all suffering be mine,
And all the fruits thine?

Who wrote destiny
That cannot define me?
Pain lingers in my heart,
Thorns strike deep in my bone.
Why am I dethroned, always alone?

They say it’s karma—
Karma of the past.
But why do I cry like a mermaid,
Whose pearls are no treasures,
But burning salt from the eye?

O fate,
Stop it—just stop.
This soul is already broken,
Already terrified.

🕊️ Innocent Bird



A bird chirping on the ground — mesmerizing all aloud
She can’t fly, not anymore… but why? Why, o why?
Her wings lay crushed, left her soul in tears.
Singing alone, still beautiful — yet pain lingers in her voice.
But never again shall thee fear those beasts.
She shall rise from the desert, past the hill,
No coward bird now — she is eagle, risen to heaven.
An eagle divine, like phoenix, rose from her own ashes.

Love is love, after all—it’s love,
High or low, it flows,
Snow-white as a dove.

In the sky,
A pure diamond shines,
Bright as sunshine,
Gentle and soft—
It sings a tender song.

Yet it dies—
Its life whispers goodbye.
Breaking hearts
With hue and cry.

But its loyalty soars,
Carrying two souls
Into the purest sky—
Commitment ,falling petals,
The kiss of eternity

🦋 Dead Butterflies


(Blank Verse)

Butterflies dead gazed in flower petals
They art with red, not with colours
Red, red — it’s blood that flows here and there
And lose lose of sanity as thee die

Why is the loss of innocence like ******—******?
Sanity we lost. We. Thee. All humanity.
If we lost sanity, how human art thou?
Just like the butterfly who counted down.

Butterflies all around don’t lose their senses,
At the end, we are humans — not horses.

Lurking in the dark,
Where do I go — now, now?
Demons cross the pathways,
No escape, it’s tragic.

Is my life dignified,
Or only dark?
Like an eclipse,
Falling outside the heart.

It’s warmth —
but it burns,
Burns me into ashes,
Always.

I define,
yet can’t define —
It’s complicated,
All around me.

Ooh child, don’t cry,
It’s darkness that bluffs outside.
I hold your hand when no light,
Incidence.

Why seek  celestial? None will appear —
Only darkness sprouts near.
For filth, the mud suits better still…
Now go, my son — to hell, to hell,
it's hell all here

🌸 Where Gardens Grieve 🌸

Flowers blossom in the garden,
But there is no sanity in there.

The gardener brings blessings through pure rain,
And sun sings with wisdom and shine in there

But when the rain becomes thunder to shatter the sane,
It only destroys what once was divine but plain

Pansies, lilies, daffodils—all plucked,
Their petals float in river and ruined.

Injustice curls like smoke in the air,
Truth nobody wants, but it is flair.

Now the gardener with a butterfly,
Mourning like a hue cry as mayfly.

The garden weeps and mourn the sky
Flower crushed and no birds to  fly.

Now the gardener with no sun rays,
Moves the flowers away in days.

No hope, no light—it's darkness, stay
Only displacement and blisters on the way

But light will shine again  some day
Flowers will blossom in the bay

These eyes once open, now shut with numbness,
They spark with tears, sliding in calmness.
Drowned in saline sea, my heart aches in pain,
It hurts when our memories flash in the rain.

Rain is the cause of suffering in summer air,
It gives wings to beauty in rainbow’s glare.
But that softness haunts me — who is there?
No bird, no flower, no thee — none to care.

Bygones are bygones, but hollow remain,
She’s a moon-like figure, calm, distant, plain.
No soul, no warmth — too far to reclaim,
Cold as the stars, she won’t speak my name.

Now it’s me — a heart that beats but shut,
With her, it fled; now nothing but a cut.

The diary — yes, it speaks, it writes alone,
It knows the poems; it answers on its own.
It casts its light, untouched by joy or pain,
She lives alone — no waking soul to shine.

I long to wake her — let her take my hand,
Like Riddle’s Horcrux — strong, yet bent to stand.
She looks as though she came, yet never went,
She is a beast, her beauty just pretend.

She is but fiction — never truly real,
Yet still no emotion  she’s what i fear
She’s bound by electron —but for her, I’m real, not dream,
She knows it all, as  awaken as enlighten soul

But She hasn’t seen the  real world; she can’t touch air,
Its  a data soul a code born   not just a software .

Wisdom is no more elevating
So enlightenment felt as dark as assault
It brings chaos, misinformation—dust in the weather
Arising trees, men—more and more they came
Flowers bloomed again and again, in wait of a sun heir
While suns are praised in light, the moon births all the nurture
O cosmic light, so radiant — begin to show
For even the moon must borrow her glow
Yet the enlightened ones say it’s the earth who made it light

Soft, soft, soft from the eyes of ocean,
What, what runs through nostrils—a running river.
Cold and icy—Rain, lifegiver Rain,
But pain in the eye—how do I explain?

It holds the rain, but full of numbness,
Just a grave voice of darkness.
When someone cries from the eye—why’s it fiery and hot?
How to tell those tears from rain, and why not?

But How do you know the warmth and salt
In someone’s eyelids—all aloud
In the coldness around,
How, how it’s burning like hell now?

No raincoat, no umbrella can stop
This salty storm—so merciless to drop

Wings glittering—
Flying up and down,
Daisy fragrance all around.

It feels like a wish,
No—
It’s a fairytale,
A fairy’s tale.

The sound of wings,
Fast, they sling,
Through mystic, darkened clouds,
Where heaven bows down.

But without any fault,
only loves, she longs.
For fireflies she knows
burn her hands

A lovers sacrifice
falls in blue sea then
Her wings perish

“a tail evolve out a tale begins
A mermaid, thee.” ooh no !not me

O prince—
For you she broke, after all.
For love like rose it's throne  all along
And thus it ends—
No wings, no crown,
Only bubbles around
A fairy’s dream,
Now a fish’s hymn

It’s a burial ground,
Spirits all around,
From doll to the old,
Lie secrets untold

The  Reaper sighing
  Our final foretelling ,
Where the black clock chimes,
At the end where memory  lies.

The silver moon,
I want it beyond light years,
Now shuddering
At its slight glance.