Sunday, 15 March 2026

The breathe - Living ⚡

 Seeking the worth, time flies high 
As if a loop, I fall back to where was I 

A process it is, Am I expecting an exempt ?
with birth I rose and I seem to glow with perfection
while every breathe is a countdown, ceasing the life i know,
the end of who I believe I am, as I grow

Where am I failing ? I find my body, my worth
While It's a warning, I breath every second, nearing my end 
And I fail to see, its just bones and muscles, they just pretend

I fail to realize my worth, what's in here that the breathe feed?
The true has never been the truth, and nor it will be
I feed the chaos, I feed the greed,
With every breathe I take, its just the future I live.

While breathe is the moment and it can just feed the present
I still am seeking the worth as time flies,
may be, I have never taken a breathe, I've never lived a life

Life is a presence as the breathe is , 
the thoughts, this haze, all that the future creates 
It was never me, it was never my body 
I am failing, as living in future is never meant to be

I live now, I breathe for now,
the worth is to merge with presence
Its a loop. I realize.
I have never felt tomorrow's essence.
The trap , the clouds, the wave that it seem,
may be this is why, future is a dream

The Silence, answering everything
Stillness, making it worth the living, 
Its today, its the presence, the breeze that I inhale,
the long breathe that fills every corner and every edges
That's my eternal who I realize i am feeding,
That's my creation who I am constantly seeking
That's the moment when I am actually living.


 






 

Wednesday, 11 March 2026

Answers never change! 💫

As tall as these peaks shine 
Memories vivid in head, fighting to align
Who's on top, who's next
stacked pages, amazingly they wind

Still naive, still in cave
Zeal, painted with fire, still the same
What's out there? questions remain
No worth exploring, answers never change

The sun, lantern, candle or a bulb?
Probably the bright that mountains speak
I hold onto it. Or am i the mountain?
Does it matter? Question remain
No worth exploring, answers never change!






Monday, 20 October 2025

Sprinkled rose🌹

The smell of damp in your rosy air
As if, rain on dried mats of grassy hair
Love me as I love to watch myself soak
I've always been a water drop to sprinkled rose




Tuesday, 14 October 2025

Mind is all flowers- Alzheimer's Awareness

 

Mirror reflected her soul this morning
wrinkled eye edges flashed as she grinned
an affirmation uttered, as old as herself
Yet, Purity within the fleshes shines bright
the silvery flakes on her head, glares
as if a morning sun on snowcapped mountains

Nurtured relations, woven with colorful yarns
shouldered responsibilities, planted with utmost care
it’s all bare, empty as her thoughts, sluggish as her desire
Yet, sometimes, old reminiscences cover entire nerves
flickering like worn out candle in a drizzling day
Framework swollen with melted wax
and the wick, its core, awaiting the collapse.

Lost ease , world as if a new place to live
muscle misleads, It’s her own yet her enemies
She belongs, not in solitude but within dependence
defined by colorful heart, not the flaws- grimy mind creates
driven by compassion entire life, Still shining, head high
Mirror reflected her soul this morning
walking through the trail of flashbacks
Her smile pointing gardens in her eyes, mind is all flowers
Wrinkled face- like a leaves in a bouquet, adding beauty
Mirror reflected her soul this morning.
Mirror made up of her memories.

Thursday, 31 July 2025

In search of the key!

Apparent it is- the eternity,
Yet ripping through a moment that just flashes by 
Futile attempts of holding on 
Gripping the moments by their neck 
Like a handful of sand that gets lost, 
The more you try keeping it, the more it falls 
What do you do that for ? 

Apparent it is- the invincible, 
 It’s there for egress, all aware you are 
All the fear screaming inside the encumbered head,
 Insecurities painted, densely in bright red
The conscious trapped, walls of metal noising  
Colors of emotions, cluttered – fiercely standing 
Breathing the pure – yet, frail to cleanse your mind 
Do you feel your core shatter? 

Apparent it is, the impermanent,
Yet the yellows leave and the blues stay
Are you still unaware?
Why do the yellows leave and blues stay? 
My head screams, amid the chaos and hinder

The sound of void - rings as divine in cosmos
All over my body, the warmth and a tranquil 
Each cell entangled with the voice of nature
 Flashing memories of the moments -eternal 
I hear myself repeat the question again
 In the dead silence, I ask myself- 
I answer myself--
“The key to the wall of consciousness is not yellow- it’s grey”
Why do the yellows leave and blues stay? 
The key to consciousness is grey.