I want to die..
But im scared
I want to die but what's after death?
Is it magical like my mom said?
Or is it worse than hell in the ways described to me by my dad?
I want to die but i cant because im scared of what's after death

फूलों से प्यार है उसे,
सूरज की किरने चूमता है उसका चेहरा।
हँसती है तो खिल उठता है समा,
एक नज़र से उसकी, हम हो जाते फ़ना।

They "lost" you didn't they?
Misplaced you fairly far away I'm sure,
How it's always it's an accident or a situation blur,
When they cast you off in the fray.

patiently, i wait -
my legs crossed,
and my heart too.
much time has passed
since the inevitable happened,
and yet, the light of a clement morn
never fails to justify the agony
of dying stars in the night sky;
or the ones too dead for even the
darkness that consumed them.
the heavens dispatch their
messenger birds to nook the
wisdom into the branches
of trees whose roots have shrewd
under the weight of logs that
outline their ascent.
such trees call upon the sages
to enlighten them,
and to warn them -
for they know too well how the
message might confound in the grips
of those who practise hedonism.
perhaps, the light has always been
too blinding for mortal eyes.

the flowers bloom all the same;
the winds usher the fragrant truth -
slowly, but surely;
and i lie in hope for the
rancid thoughts to inevitably
take on new meanings…

patiently.

life is like a clock it just ticks away
hours they go by into another day
days they turn to weeks then the months appear
then before you know another year is here

round and round it goes as the times go bye
we dont realize how fast the time can fly
like the circle of life it goes on and on
the way it has to be for each and everyone

You are the sun
That peeks
Through the window,
Letting me know that
It's time to get the day
Started.

You are the roots,
Cut and carved from the trees
That provide shelter,
A place to live,
A place to grow.
A foundation built
From strong roots,
That stretch and wrap around me.

You are the air that circulates
Through my lungs,
The air that, if I think about too long,
I'll mess up how much
You've changed my life.

When I am in you,
I am not in some house,
Nor am I in just any old room.
I realize that I am home,
That I have everything I need.

When I close my eyes,
The first thing I see
Is you,
And how the first thing
I want to do is come back
To you

And so I write here
so as not to disturb.
What can I say?
All I am is words.