The object of my drive

listening to stillness of silence
one thought races the other

its winter that brings down leaves to ground
its wave that nourishes the shore
its failure that open eyes of your mind
its contemplation that gets you the essence of past
a seed from somewhere else, but thought grows to be your own


well its existence that gets you this journey

The survival

stumbling along the way
tired of being on toes
feeling numb for touch
myriad whispers in ears

from all ablaze of exitment to fear of annihilation
from giving up before the start to embrace traces left
untouched self to stretching limits

bottling up faith
to end up be the modern marvel of pradox

Celebrating Eros

Is it a myth or state of realization
accepting the fact or carving brutal desire
celebration or conscious imposition
is it freedom or state being cuddled up in prison
epitome of confluence or abyss of possession
is it just being real
or one of the ways, just to feel high

Extinction hurts

Memories surge into the empty corridors of mind
time passed like dewdrop sliding down a leaf
fast & slow enough to be the part of me
my life is just a mere gift of u
with no choice but to embrace it
incidents brush pass me
i wakeup everymorning to the conflict of survival
with a void of ur abscence in unturned pages of my life
but ur invisible touch is still intact

when tears start surfacing eyes
i take deep breath to pull myself back to present

The state of being lazy

back facing the wall n face embracing my knees
light trickling into my room to threaten darkness
timelessness is spilled all over....
no sight of hunger
n left with scandulous and infectiously dull emptiness to excite u
intention of being conscious is gliding in the sky


who defined life is gobbled with transitory states?
hey believer , I welcome you to state of being lazy


(apart from lamenting thoughts above..belive me, its serious fun...lol)