I am overcharged Over enthused Perhaps intoxicated With life, err Or, the caffeine boost Confused, anxious As I have mixed And formulated the cocktail Of the prescription, To be tried once at a time Impatient mind, Thought the result will be quick Yes, the result was quick Old symptoms has gone, New one has conquered now.
He is anxious many a time Often confused with hyperactive disorder Boredom kills his mind to the last minute That he often wants to forget With the memory from future Future, where he is all alone Alone in the distant mountain home Which he has made with his imagination Whose figments are now fading Like the fog in the summer nights Which he is preserving with some exotic balm With his dearest life, which too is to fade Yet, he lives alone in the city room Roaches and flies his only pal Whose presence he never minds As they don’t bother him much Unlike the cacophonous city noise Which often infuriates his cool old mind The noise he doesn’t bother much Except the days where he daydreams Blue sky, majestic wild and carefree life And the call from mountain home.
Surrounded with the negative Because it spreads and sells so fast It’s easier to play victim Than to stand and fight It’s easier to fell into the grasp of depression Than to be motivated amid the crisis But, my friend protect yourself Since you are your own savior Fear not my friend Nothing lasts forever This drama you hate will be over soon And, you will get to play your favorite role So, keep up the smile and energy full on four Be ready, as if this is your last and favorite show
Worries are much bigger Bigger than the shots of bourbon Not to be forgotten with the drunken mind Yet, I drink till my full Hoping, one day the worries will be melted down And, the trifling mind will dissolve on its own
I was filled with euphoric bliss I was finally a creator Only to realize a cruel truth Sand dunes are for the moment Yet it shows me the truth Truth of fragile life To cherish this moment To flow with this current Who knows when waves will come And, goes with the sand we had borrowed
It's strange, that i use to think being free with time, doing nothing at all and just daydreaming was fun. Until, i find out later that being purposefully busy and doing things that matters is more fun. Nowadays i am trying to do the things that i was postponing showing various excuses. Let's see where the time and tide will take me.
A chilly shiver went through the body An accidental tide drowning it Washing away the callous of past Renewing with the refreshing present An accident was inevitable, a necessary evil As the gentle wave just drift him to sleep
This life is short Live as you like Or you will end up End up with your nightmares Imaginary ghosts of your past Living in the plane of darkness Wheel of life is spinning Moment by moment it’s slipping Once gone out of your hand Never will it return An hour nor a single second What is to fear Where everybody loses Loses by the death What keeps you waiting When nobody waits for you This is the beauty This is the ugliness Now wake up and perceive the real Oh atman please carve your own trail
Rambling by the mountain side Adorned with cladded snow white In the womb of it was beautiful sun Yawning on her fiery bed Such a beauty I cherished nothing more My presence brought the blush on her face Hues of pink and crimson red Piercing through the vast lilac blue sky
Recoiling and back to foolishness I am not an animal That bites its own tail The memory of past that haunts it In past days where its tail has betrayed Working in favor of enemy I am looking forward Storm may wait Sunshine may wait I live in this moment, far from fear and regret.
Unscathed and silent, the surface Hidden lies scars, deep beneath Smile often hides the tale Story of bleeding wound When the death bell rings Like a echoing tinnitus Wish is, nothing remain more to explore Tired from the long travel Weary with tears and sweat To be renewed with birth I will bade you goodbye kiss Promise to return someday
Somewhere in the deeper gorge of mountain I heard the heart wrenching wail A mad man perhaps was singing the song Yet the ragged voice sounds like wail A song about how he was happy Unlike the people in the town Curiosity got me nearer to the source Moment later, raggedness has turned to huskiness Perhaps the irritation has cleared the throat Or some bitter herbs of the mountain The song was marvelous But the singer song like a crow Perhaps he don’t care Mountain doesn’t mind the notes and scale The man was singing about the fairies How they met him at night They tell him of the dark creatures Monsters of the lonely night He was singing about the warrior How he was once a glorious knight Now, I was fed up of his nonsense I moved on to see the full moon bright.
Quest seems simple Running through the coursing veins Yet far from the grasp Only a mirage of presence Far from even the wisest wise Farther than the whole universe Yet I travel through many lives For the quest to find the creator of my life
Dream grows Dream comes slow Like the tortoise in the race Yet I love chasing dreams Since there is nothing more to chase It comes like a seductive women But goes like a bitter pill with little sweetness at its edge Dream higher, dream bigger shouts the Guru STFU, it isn’t giving me peace of mind Maybe I dream way much bigger Maybe it was bigger than that I can chew Long forgotten dreams are chasing me in queue Help, help, somebody help me I need my guru to give me a push I have got stacked in between, drowned to the brim I am trapped in the rouleaux of my dream
I am the person of change. Routine work bores me down to death and it usually shows in my tantrum in waking up in the morning. I sleep till 9 in the morning, until my brother goes to college. I always like to explore more and more in the inner or outer world. I am a medical laboratory technologist by profession and my work usually follows the same routine and rarely is there a moment where I get to know new and interesting things. Except for the geometric crystals in the urine of patient, wait, wait what? Isn’t it gooey to think about finding interesting things in stinky urine? Listen smartass I will tell you the secret, more stinky and turbid and out of normal looking urine more pathological will be the condition and chances of finding new things. I’m out of it. “You and your stinky urine.” You might be thinking, oh hello I am reading your mind or perhaps hallucinating. See, that’s why I was thinking of changing my career or at least a break. From past few days I am having this strange dream which is keeping me awake at the middle of the night. Nightmare? Nightfall? Oh shit, will not it comes after the prefix if it happens at night.
Hello guys, I am trying to write a long story or perhaps it might turn into a novel, who knows. But, bear with me guys if you are one of those who thinks with his thick mind(critics I mean) you might be disappointed. It will be in informal manner just letting out my inner animal(creativity you might say). But, I will be happy for positive criticism and try to minimize error. Thank you, for your time. -Krishna
When I get sucked inside the dying star My brightness will not be diminished Illuminated from the soul I am the light Yes it’s true I am It. Why, Is there, Suffering? Is it the only truth? Or, is it the divine guru Which we are searching from many lives Let us pray, our prayers are heard through the time Let it be heard for one final moment, perhaps a moment of truth. Amen!!!
When the mind goes wild Tame it with patience When the anger is boiling to the brim Cool it to settle down with patience When the hatred is piercing your heart Calm it with the balm of patience When the sad news shatters your soul Maintain the patience and it will heal When the world is on chaos Be patient and you will be at peace