What is the meaning of life?

Why is it that I choose to write...

Poetry, of which no one may care?

Poetry, of which I may never share?

I guess the only thing that matters

In life is that I finally, at last

Get it right.  And Poetry...

Is just a means... of getting there.

2024

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However do I spill this?

Do you see how thin I look?

My eyes are blind

I hear loud noises every now and then

Like a train of loaded thoughts passing through my brain.

Yes, I also can't breathe well on Fridays 

When I see Mr. Renfield

Feeding his mule

With grass from our farm.

When I decide to take my life

You'll know

That all along

The signs were there- 

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we are a generation of brain rot meme lords
we say that we can play guitar
but, we only know 4 chords

we've popularized school shooters
idolized and glorified weak and worthless leaders
we're toxic antagonists surfing fragile buried wires

our brains washed by computers

clout chasing criminals streaming to our viewers
six months in prison but we copped another sponsor
we're desensiti...

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 I yearn for Him

Head between my knees

Bowed deep in prayer.

But words get stuck in my throat 

My thoughts scattered, incoherent.

While my mouth moves, I know not what I say.

I murmur and hope He listens

Listens to the pain hidden behind my murmurs 

Listens to my heart's silent cries

The tears shed in secret

And the thoughts yet unsaid .

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As months chased after years, your waiting neared the full ten-year mark.
Have you ever prayed long into the night, only to weep when your prayers go unanswered?
Has the inability to reap the material and spiritual rewards of your efforts ever weighed like a stone in your chest?
Sometimes, a person feels unbearably heavy, as if tons of burdens rest upon their shoulders—
the weight of injustice...

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Hail to all that liveth

Give thanks for a new rising sun.

Drive revolutions toward destiny

And war, a stake in the ground.

Banish all that speaks of evil

And crown the peaceful at heart.

Let the mountains tremble in truth

Let the rivers sing of justice

Wash in waterfalls of sweet freedom

For you are the flame that will not die

The voices that rise in unity

Wit...

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Every room I enter feels like a stage, and I’m the actor that forgets the lines 
The constriction gnawing in my throat as I feel the acid burn 
I see their faces alight with joy, reeling in echoes of my defeat 
I bat my eyes, look to the floor with crumbling hands, the nails bitten off 
If only I could peel away the skin of doubt and wear something lighter
Tear away the facade of perfection t...

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Who am I, but a reflection in the water-

A sealed bottle of uncertainty and misdeeds?  

Who am I, but a drifting log on a chunk of earth

Clothed and fed by the same enigmatic soil?  

Who am I, but a drop in the sea 

Salty and adrift in the heart of a storm?  

Who am I, but a past unfolding in the future

Scorned and praised by minds that scarcely understand?  

Who am I,...

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An intimidated heart recoils from his touch,  

While a ravenous heart surrenders to hunger-

An experiment beyond the weak

A lesson to the fools

To those of love and hate.  

Trembling like a loose leaf

Later trampled, buried in the soil

Lost among moss and dead trees.  

A forgotten prayer whispered to the wind

A wish lost to the endless night.

Father, Father

Gr...

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This poem wants to explore the transformation of the Republican Party (GOP) from its days of moral and political leadership—abolishing slavery, defending civil rights, and promoting national unity—to its modern iteration, marred by populism, greed, and divisive rhetoric. Through examples like Lincoln, Eisenhower, and Reagan, it contrasts past accomplishments with today’s corrosive trends, embodied...

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Inspired by John Donne's sermon Death's Duel, this poem examines the profound dimensions of death: deliverance from its grip, sanctity within its grasp, and redemption through Christ's ultimate sacrifice. Rendered in a solemn yet reflective tone, it contemplates the mortal journey towards eternal life.
 

When first we breathe, the womb becomes a gate,
Where life begins—a trembling, fragile st...

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A grandmother's gaze,  

Discerning yet soft, like dusk settling on the earth,  

A mood both perplexing and warm,  

Questions suspended in the air,  

Begging to be heard  

By youthful, open ears.  

Brown, green, blue eyes—  

All belonging to her,  

All resonating within her,  

Each holding stories untold,  

Whispers of time woven in her veins.  

Wisdom gathered...

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To Akshita,

 

You are my cousin, but those words don’t define
The bond we share, rare and divine.
More than family, you’re my truest friend,
A place where my chaos finds its end.

In childhood, you stood a little apart,
But time wove you deeply into my heart.
You didn’t play, we were just two names,
Yet now, we are one in life’s vast games.

Now you’re the one who sees my soul,
In...

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Waiting for him is my only way to hold on

Sitting outside his door, heart racing for it to open.  

This feeling, ineffable to others, is mine alone to bear.  

When his lips move, my soul finds peace

And I smile like a fool, unaware the seeds of betrayal are taking root.  

My laughter echoes, strange and wild

Stirring hidden things in the dark.  

The silence creeps in, always u...

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Like the first mirror reflects whats before it
I live in the past 
Anchored by my commitments
I failed to take that class

The angle of time constricts at a point
Silent in its steps despite how vast
Ranging millenia little by little 
The promise is a lie you can not outlast 

Through the scope I inspect my thought 
Regret is not the word because I have made peace
Feel the grip of anxi...

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the sun cannot shine

when evening comes

and you are a sun 

in the middle of darkness.

no eye can see your sign

once darkness falls

and your sign is invisible

your soul also does not matter

in this big bad world.

as  silence gets stronger

your words are to drown

deep down in others' yellings.

no need to have any more sayings

about it -- it is pure evil and inj...

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Dear diary,

Is Father coming today?

It's been a while.

Who will tell him that I got paid.

The days drift by, 

And still, I wait

In this quiet mystery.

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When the rain ceases,  

And dusk creeps in quietly,  

When the west glows with proud orange,  

Then I'll know—  

It's time to go home.  

I'll gather the flock and the herd,  

Wade through the evening dust,  

And down the hill I'll go,  

With a heart easy to please,  

A foolish smile on my face,  

To a cabin at the edge of town,  

Where my soul resides.

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A bony child, a sick child 

Wades through muddy water, stumbles over battered roads

A quiet child, a trodden child

Eats with hunger, with greediness 

A shy child, a violent child

Runs after street vendors and dogs, cons the benevolent 

A street, a war, a game to play.

A bony child, a sick child is her-

Me.

A traumatized child, a ragged child

Stomping around hospi...

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It's duly noted that

An anomaly in life is met with

Strength, character...

And even marksmanship?

Is it wrong if I go to the shamans?

If knees are scraped, often from temple visits?

If I dine with monks, for a percentage of hope?

If a spark of my dignity is diminished, after

Crying to falling skies?

Soaking in their bitterness, God's valor ?

God's favor I hope?

Is ...

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Wherever the wind may lead,

That's where I'll follow, free.

To embrace the wild trees,

And hear the frogs' soft croak,

Becoming an explorer at heart.

Through meadows wide and rivers deep,

Where the sun and shadows softly meet,

I'll chase the dawn and greet the night,

With stars above as guiding light.

No map, no path, just endless skies,

A world unknown befo...

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“A Farewell to Youth” is a heartfelt and introspective poem inspired by one of Sir Walter Raleigh’s poems. Drawing on themes of lost time, fleeting joys, and the inevitable passage of life, the poem reflects on the sorrow that follows the end of youthful days. Like Raleigh’s original work, it meditates on the melancholy that remains as the seasons of life change, leaving only memories behind. Thro...

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A battle of loneliness, trapped in isolation

Heart shudders in fear, bowing to the cold.

The old year passes, fading into the new

Misgivings, demons, decay taking hold.

Eating disorders, bony hands

A forceful wind knocks breath from the land

On lazy winter afternoons...

Sweep, sweep away

Bow in prayer inside a four walled city.

Cries and shouts, desperation calls

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I walk among the shadows,

Shadows of lies, secrets, and ignorance.

Shoulder to shoulder, walking with strangers,

Faceless people staring through each other.

Somebody taps me,

Somebody calls my name—

But the voice is lost in the haze.

The real me is fading,

Melting into the vale,

A silhouette in the crowd,

Dissolving like mist at dawn.

I reach out, but the hand...

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