Failure is hard.

Failure is hard.
Constant failure, harder.

Incessant Wait

Ticking time, traffic
Smoke, sun, fumes, fury
Accelerate, apply brakes
Wait, incessant wait
Work, whine, withdraw, work late
Skip food, fun, fitness
Sleep, well, too late
Social media, meetings, mail
Communication without emotions, so fake
Aim and age, high
Loose touch with self, inanimate
Free, a four-letter word
Slave, a five letter reality
Wither, wear out
Wash you face
Take meds, meditate
Repeat, iterate, hate
Money, more money
Spend, save, waste
Money, mate, fate
Proliferate
Wake up one day
Realise it's too late
Stop what you hate
Wait, incessant wait
Last breath, death, a waste

Live, Don't Just Survive

Another day comes to end

Resting under the fall of the night in a world

Where I and you pretend

We take off our masks and breathe

Seek refuge from the toil of the time

Into the merry of dreams, hearing

Passive voices from worlds that live underneath

Speak to us of time and life

That we think exist in units of seconds and hours

Are a mere mirage—a mist in the labyrinth of life

We walk aimlessly through the maze

Human, what do you think yesterday offered you?

And what will tomorrow bring?

Will you spend that the same way too?

Count, count your time, not on beads or clocks

But, moments of learning, listening, living.

Chant not just the hymns, believe and discover

The spirit in fire, the magic in rocks

Power within you goes waste

Clinging to the world of fame and haste

Speak to the trees, they say a story

Human, you were born naked, you will die the same

Seize a chance until the breath remains

Create stories from the pond of your life

Disperse like seeds and grow to inspire

And if you are lucky, you will hear the earth speak

Of secrets of the Universe that hide in her womb

And you will know this isn’t even real

But, the words will go with you to your tomb

Throw your mask off with the first light

Don’t be that moth stuck to the bright

Climb out of your coffins, you are buried alive

Learn to live rather just survive

Out Of The Box

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Within the box of the world

I speak up the truth

Deduced from a million shreds of my mind

That which went through the circle

And came back learning and seeking something

New, raw and appealing.

Hit by the afterthoughts,

Buffeted by the obligations of world

Forced frozen perceptions

Blinded by the clichés

I follow, you follow, every day

Building my dynamite, locked in the head

Closing the eyes and trying to forget

My visions and dreams burgeoning

Left alone with weak tendrils

Visitors in and out of the box

Whisper strange things—hold and lift you up the ground

Then, let you lose to go down, you drown

In the quicksand of their company

Pictures hung on your wall

Sing a perfect short story

Bygone days, they repeat with repent

Of those who came in and, then, left the box
I strive for life beside them
In the perpetual playground
Blindly following the sun and the moon
The box opens to new, yet, I am nowhere

The morning came as the sun rose again

But, who stayed through the night paved their own way
Repeating the journey, I assure you will too
Next time, traveling in a different land
Shut not the box close
Climb out and breathe

In This Moment

In this moment I fill up my vessels

From the river whose sources are many

Into the water I dip my pots

And try to collect what all can be

I travel a long way back

To reach my roots to the farther side

From where I come to where I am

Distances never defined my rides

The sun is high; my pace is slow

The pots I carry are too much a load

Yet I walk, hands gripped around the pots

Satisfied, I travel on the right roads

As I reach the site, finding my respite

The load I carry seizes to be

I turn around and find my pot

Leaking all the way, dripping beneath

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Wavelengths

                 And what shall I tell you about me,

                        I am this little girl, born in a small town

                              Grown under the shades of love so profound

                                    Like any girl, pampered with dolls and dresses

                                        And houses made of planks and plastics

                                            With stomach that filled with taste and sleep that lapped in comforts

                                                                               

                                                           And what shall I tell you about me,

                                                Seeing the sunrise facing the dawn

                                       Departing from home in school uniform

                              Reading and writing and grabbing the lessons

                     Budding and building my self-esteem

              Looking at future weaving my dreams

                And what shall I tell you about me,

                      Seeking out a hand that holds on tight

                          A tender comfort in gasping and fright

                             A flight of freedom taking after all

                                  Through success and failures after seeing the falls

                                        That is when tendrils I leave and stand on my feet

                                                    And what shall I tell you about me,

                                     I have seen the world, ruminated a lot

                              What made me grow should have been my God

                        I am not imperfect rather I can’t be

                 Hence I try to aid and heed

                I know that the lessons have been passed on,

                        And I am naive to understand all

                              Yet I am what I can be

                                     My true self for the past and the yet to foresee