Purposeless

When I long for one last hug
To be swept away with past
When there is no remains
No memoirs to remember me back

Can the ghost come back without the longing
To feel alone again, the cycle of emptiness
There is no purpose to come back
Even the lord is tired of looking at bundles of rag

The source has exhausted to the core
Nothing will sprout out of it
The seed has rotten now
Retrieval of past is lost forever.

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Balance

To fantasize equilibria
A nice feeling of euphoria
Who will suffer?
Donor or the acceptor
If the hinge doesn’t tilt towards any bowl
Who will provide and who will receive

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Ready for action

Passing through the crevices of the network of ganglions, around the deep valley of subtle neural networks remembering and rekindling the fire of memory and thoughts new action tries to get born out of the womb of desired goal.
“Can I call it new?”
As it is born out of old.
I can’t call it old either, as millions of new network is born each subsequent minute. Every minute is also new on its own.
Why we even move, is again a whole new story. Series of motivational thoughts, or the forced natural habit to be constant in motion, and the endless discourse.
“which one is the winner?”

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???

If i was born without the head
If there was no friction,
Between the head and heart
Would i be a little more happier?

Regeneration

Churning the holy land
The torments and turmoil
Creates and sustains the cycle
Rebirth and creation never seems to cease.

The fragrance of soil
Mixed with the dew drops burrowing the brow
Creates a mysterious fume
Even the divine is consumed on it.

The tolls and hardship never fails
Though the myopic vision,
May fell to grasp the subtlety of dewdrops
Ready to be coalesced from the vapor of mist.

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Departed

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Covered in the lump of dust
Scattered from the traveler of perilous road
Once a splendid city,
Lies beneath the rugs of ancient times
Hidden and shy lies my city of gold.

When the time will be erased
The molten life will purge through the hell
Like the sweet enchanting spell
My city will emerge along with misty haze.

Hold on a little longer


It’s easy to start but difficult to hold on.
It’s easy to lament and make excuses,
but to move on that’s whole another level of mental triumph.
I am trying to hold on with more hope,
to recycle the long standing stagnant force
to create propulsive fuel for the remaining journey ahead.
Toward the journey of unknown.

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Tranquil..

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Far away from the clutches of mud
Deep under the monkey mind
Patiently waiting, hidden yet
The life is waiting to unfold its mystery
To the divine disciple of knowledge

Corona virus; is every thing alright?

Corona Virus, an invisible ghost has been haunting us since two years and don’t know when it will stop. During the first outbreak, it created a lot of panic, lots of people lost their life combating it. Then the hope came in the form of vaccine, but the variants of this virus and the story of rate of mutation tells us that, it will not go away as easily as the pundits predicted. What is the missing story? Only the God knows. Have we got overly involved clinically than it was really needed. The hit and trials of antiviral drugs and antibiotics has forced the mutation rate to increase, without of much help. In some cases the drugs have done wonderful job and have saved many lives in desperate times.

Apart from the emergency cases, has the treatment plan really worked out well? We are not satisfied from the job of recent researches and medical interventions, as it seems failing in case of this notorious virus. We need to think from new angle, new perspective. We need to consider the changes in our lifestyles, dietary habits and need to develop faith in our own innate healing capabilities, our own antibodies to do the job. We need to assess the healthy host who harbor this virus without getting sick. We need to find out the mechanism that really helps in healing them without a single dosage of artificial medicines. This may be the right approach. We need to sort it out, everybody is unique in their healing abilities, but with right approach we may find the common ground to beat this virus.

P.S. It is just my humble opinion.

Beautiful & ugly

The flower has withered its petal
It has hidden the beautiful soul
In the mind it has played same music
The tearing and soul piercing
Born out of black sorcery
Of the evil mind, as it’s innate nature
The denial is not an option
It has already born in the image, twice along

Final breath

Dust has gathered around his eyebrows
which barely holds life and cold are his eyes
where the gleams has long bade goodbye
bored by his uncanny sad optimism
which resides with him
as long as he holds the breath, the final breath.

Fabricated Love

I was full of piled baggage
My heart was dark and cold
You burnt down my garbage
The fire lit up and warm my heart

You carried my ragged soul
And sewed it gently with love
The soothing balm you placed on my heart
Fabricated the long lost gentle man.

Special one

One who entertains me
Who excites my passion
To the brim of potential
Who burns my barriers down
One with whom i can feel at home
I am looking for that special one.

Poetry: In the Dark

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Sometimes i search in the dark
The thing that was lost long ago
yet the thing i never find
since i was searching in the wrong place
yet, it is difficult to solace the mind
which like to shot the arrow in the dark
often torturing self in the disguise
Casting away from own paradise.

Little more

I am sick of trying,
To live a distasteful life
Filled with repetition and mundanity
Did i commit sin for asking more
Perhaps a little bit of juice,
A flow of adrenaline after long slouch
I am uncommitted to life,
Is the wrong way to interpret
As i know it should be little more,
A fun filled journey amid the pool of sorrow.

An Urge

Scarring body may be healed
Scarred mind remains forever
As long as you will allow
The sharpened end of memory
An urge to tickle enough
To free you from the boredom
Yes, humans are crazy
If they are left alone.

Astral

You were destined to rule
Born out of universe
Elements selectively chosen
From the selected asteroids
Yet, you dare to challenge the Lord
Your laments of being weaker
How on earth are you not perfect
You are single copy available
Not possible of duplication
You will sound like the work of fiction
Embrace your uniqueness
And you will be free
From the deep agony
Daunted by the confusion
It has been a long sleep
Wake up from your dream.

I have ”The dream”

I have the dream
That frightens me
Scares the society
Out of the reality
Yet, it is beautiful
It gives me kicking boost
Rushes like adrenaline
Making me maniac ghost
Leaped out of phantom zone
To the realm of frequency
Seduce them, impregnate them
With ideas that scares me
Now we have the dream
And, we are the society.

Faded Smile

The smile is slowly fading
From the blood filled face
The hues of redness has paled
Signs of deoxygenating cells
Turning to different shades of blue
The color that he has accepted now
The color of universality
Now the smile will return to him.

Rush Hour

This is the rush hour
Step beside, let me go first
Or, I may induce an accidental bump
On your plump skull
Err, the gush of bio juice
Running like the river Nile
Drooling through your nasal cave
Wetting down your deserted soul.

Addiction

I was in pain so much
I accepted it as reality
It became an addiction
Out of the jurisdiction
I had addiction of nicotine
Rushing my adrenaline
Every now and then
I need some fresh batch of it
To feel my blood pumping
Feel my working brain
I was addicted with many more
That was betraying my fame
I was extra player
In my own game
Then I was given new choice
With new addiction
Addiction of life
That finally changed my name
I feel alive and lively again
This new addiction has surpassed all to shame.


Brown fuzzy syrup

A cup of brown fuzzy syrup
To activate mitochondrial ATP
Generating enough power
To run through the day
Cells are ready to jump
For the rollercoaster ride
A little bit of squish
Running through the narrow hole
Drink up more boy, the brain cell demands
Shut up, you are spiking me high
Insulin retorts in silence
Warns me of diabetic remand.

Freedom

You have strangled, every living soul
Their soft gossip, has become unbearable noise
Their innocent queries, their innocent smile
Feels like an lightening bolt to your skull

Charge, charge spare nobody
Sew down their lips
Cuff down their hands behind
So, I may rest my disturbing mind.

You want the fake praise
Slicing down every rebellion neck
Whom will you rule?
All are now dead.



Validity

When do you get peace?
At the deathbed
You have hesitated to live,
Now you are afraid to die
Strangling your own throat,
You are blaming the world
You have murdered yourself,
In the name of the world
Search now, before it’s late,
Before the steps will get erased
By the windy influx of sand
Before the path gets crossed.

Fruit

With constant falling
Baby learns to walk
Never being afraid of the fall
Or, the being will crawl till the death
With soothing warmth
The sun rises
Slowly the intensity raises
So that mother tolerates it
Yet, I a divine being
Wants the fruit to ripe overnight
I need to learn the patience
I need to water my dreams a little longer
Then the seed will sprout,
I will watch it, till it becomes full grown tree
Birds will make it their home
And, I will enjoy their melodious song
Someday, the tree will bless me
Then my intensity will be equal to the sun


When The Mind Is At Rest

In the decades of running
The race of life
Or chasing the time
As it may sound correct
The asset or the debt
As it is borrowed,
To be returned
The body as the interest
Yet it is profound
Or, it is insanity to be correct
We live, as we will live forever
We collect, as we will need for eons
Yet, we often cry
Hiding behind the darker shades
And, today I met a happy man
Blissful in the loin cloth
Almost naked, inside and out
Or, transparent to be correct
Then I searched for the secret
That would be the freeing truth
Finally little spark gets ignited
So, I got a glimpse of view
Mind is always in chaos,
When it is at race
Happiness only prevails,
When the mind is at rest.

Overcharged

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
.

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Call from home

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.



Last show

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


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Worries

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

Borrowed

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


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Experience

Unguided, unintentionally
Sucked by the vortex
A momentary bliss
In the abyss
The existential plane
Often gets merged
Time is voided
Like the oil amidst the water

#Random thoughts

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

Carve the trail

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

Chasing the rising Sun

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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

Living the moment

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.


May your soul rest in peace

Come o coward, come forward
Snatch my flesh and drink my blood
When you are smeared with my blood
Your soul may rest in peace

When you are devoured by lust
My cry go numb in your ears
When the death bell rings for me
Your soul may rest in peace

Pity for your cunning mind
A filth of societal feed
Blessing so they called when ye were born
Thrashing a devilish look at feminine form

When I soar above
Above and far from the clutches
Away from your filthy grasp
I pray for you, may your soul rest in peace.


Hope

Searching for the dreams in dawn
That were lost on last twilight
Hoping to be found somewhere
Confused and alone around the corner

Engulfed by the sea of sorrow
Yet the smile gets out of nowhere
Hoping someday two shores will meet
Someday when tears will be distilled

Renewed

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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

Day that will shine with golden light

Wail of night

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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.