We Are Infinite.

Sunday, October 20, 2019

Would you like to hear a story?
The one that starts with,"Once upon a time".
Nowadays, Stories interest no one.
Either blame it on dearth of stories,
Blame it on dearth of time.
Would you like to hear a story?
Story of a boy who wouldn't grow up.
A girl, A shoe and A prince.
Of adventure around the world in 80 days.
Would you like to hear a story?
Stop, take a breathe and look around.

Wednesday, October 9, 2019

Sunday, June 30, 2019

Give me a minute
To hear out the stars
Lamenting in their stories
Their labored twinkling far and sparse.

Give me this moment
To stumble and swoon
Continual reaching for
The faraway moon.

Give me a while
To be one with the universe
Hear the colliding planets
As they spill their mournful verse.

Give me some time
To plot my rightful place
Within my uncharted galaxy
And collapsing space...

Wednesday, June 5, 2019

Will this feeling ever go away?
I wish I could separate black from white
But all I see is different shades of grey.
Digging deep down inside,
I feel a sense of emptiness undefined.
All senses are dulled, desires awaken
The pain grows stronger, inhibitions are taken.
Less seeing, less hearing, more hunger, more longing
Answers are ebbing while questions are surging.
Will this feeling ever go away?

Saturday, March 30, 2019

Sometimes past haunts me,
Sometimes anxiety digs in.
Mixed feelings and a dire need to let it out hard.
I scroll through my contact list but find none.
Everyone is pretending or busy or trying to sleep.
Music plays in the background.
I put my phone on my bed.
A cup of tea, a blank stare at the distant lights
And slowly I drown into the stream my own thoughts.

Saturday, March 23, 2019

There is always a beginning,
You just need a push.
A leap of faith perhaps,
It pushes you to do it .
Till you reach that state it's tough, 
All it takes is one step. 
Trust your soul,trust yourself  and just start.
Let it be inside out,
Let it be how it is.
Just like that, one day you will flow,
Flow like a river.  

Sunday, March 17, 2019

Sunday, March 3, 2019

Saturday, February 9, 2019

It's midnight, sleeps still eludes me
The room is screaming out something
Yet the only voice I hear is me breathing
A strange thought flickers my mind
Can I dream with wide open eyes?
wander across the Mystique,
feel the sacred, touch the outcasts
Darkness, my friend it aides to my quest
It's midnight, sleeps still eludes me
A new adventure in my mind,
I dream again with open eyes.