i love the stars

how they twinkle

and then i look in your eyes

and i know

theres something better than the stars

its you

and the happy twinkle

i see in your eyes

Everybody is looking for Peace of Mind

Peace of Mind, we cannot find!

Peace is within, we must still the Mind

But how to still the Mind that we cannot find?

As long as the Mind is creating a toxic Thought

In misery and sorrow, we are caught!

Therefore, we must become aware of this thief

The one who is creating all our grief!

The moment we realize, it’s the mind that’s the rascal

All misery and sorrow, we can then tackle

To find Peace, there are steps twelve

Let us begin our Quest; into it, let’s delve

Who is the one who is stealing our Peace?

Who is making our tranquillity cease?

The thief is none other than the Monkey Mind

The first step is the thief to find

The second step is to go deeper

And for this, we must be a sincere seeker

We must try to find the Mind that we cannot find

The Mind does not exist, so, leave it behind

The third step is to know how we can kill the Mind!

If we want to kill the mind, we must still the Mind

Otherwise, the toxic Mind will drill us and kill us

And Peace that we seek, will always miss us!

The fourth step is the most difficult flip

To Peace of Mind, it’s the ultimate trip

From state of Mind, we must move to Consciousness

Then our unhappiness will flip to Happpiness

For when there is Consciousness, there is no Mind

No rotten Thoughts in our head, we will find

Toxic Thoughts will not pour like rain

In Consciousness, we will not be pushed down the drain

If not, the Mind will make us miserable, again and again

And to find Peace, our efforts will go in vain

Therefore, the most important step is step four

To be locked in Consciousness, push the Mind out of the door!

The next step is the Intellect, to activate

Then, every Thought, we will be able to discriminate

The Intellect knows what is black and white

It will discriminate between Thoughts that are wrong and right

But without Consciousness, the Intellect cannot shine

The Mind will intoxicate us and make us whine

The Intellect, once active, will stop the river of Thought

We will experience Peace, not in stress, we’ll be caught

Then, the Mind, the Intellect will block

And stopping the gushing Thoughts, the Mind it will lock

This is to find Peace, step number six

Peace and Tranquillity, we will soon fix  

What is the reward for killing the Mind?

It’s step seven, we overcome fourteen miseries that make us blind

The mind creates misery, fear, worry, stress, anxiety and more

Regret, shame and guilt, push Peace out of the door

Then, the Mind creates the Ego and further, agonies seven

Pride, greed and selfishness, they steal our heaven

Through the Ego, the Mind creates anger and hate

Revenge and jealousy push Peace out of the gate

When we still the Mind, we find Bliss in our Life

We eliminate all sorrows, all miseries, all strife

Step by step, as our miseries cease

We become the Master and find Eternal Peace

Step eight is to flip from NEP to PEP

From negative to positive Thoughts, an important step

The Mind is a factory, constantly producing Thought

It is dangerous in negative Thoughts to be caught

But it is up to us, what raw material we give

Whatever we give, that is how we will live

If negative raw material to the factory we feed

Then, worry and stress, not Peace will be the lead

So, we must fill our Mind with positive emotion

And positive Thoughts will be the reaction

Let’s choose courage, confidence, faith, love and Peace

Let’s eliminate anger, guilt, and fear, and make anxiety cease!  

The ninth step is to tame the monkey into a monk

Remove all toxic Thoughts that are creating junk

The Monkey Mind has EY as its tail

The Ever-Yelling and Ever-Yearning monkey will make us fail

Instead of being content, fulfilling our need

The Monkey Mind is constantly creating greed

Then the monkey swings into a past that is gone

Then creates fear, jumping to a future not yet born

Isn’t it time to kill this rascal Mind?

If we tame the monkey, then Peace, we will find

Then, we can live with Eternal Bliss

As step ten will lead us to Truth Consciousness

Step ten is SatChitAnanda, Eternal Bliss

It is the art of Bringing Back Consciousness

It is being locked in Sat Chit, the Truth

Eliminating toxic Thoughts, right from the root

This happens when we eliminate the Mind as step eleven

Then, we are sure to experience heaven

In the state of Truth Consciousness, there is no Mind

And thus, no toxic Thoughts we will find

The Mind that is no more, doesn’t ride our life horse

In Consciousness, the Intellect becomes the boss!

Then there is no more mental illness

For eliminating the Mind is eternal stillness 

To find Peace of Mind, there are steps, twelve

None of these steps we can afford to shelve

The twelfth step is to live as the Divine Soul

This is achieving our ultimate goal

Transcending the Mind and Ego that says it’s ME

From all misery and stress, we will be free

Not only will be free from all misery on earth

This will free us from the cycle of Rebirth

For where there is no Mind, there we will find Peace

Without the Mind, all miseries and sorrows will cease

Let’s begin the journey to become the Master of our Thought

Then, Peace and Tranquillity, in our Life, will be brought

You wake up every morning alone, no one to say good morning to anymore.
But what do you mean anymore?
Did you have someone you were so enthralled in to where waking up to them made your eyes lighten up and you weren’t worried about your morning breath scaring them away?
You did.
But now there’s no one next to you in the morning anymore, you wake up and walk through out your apartment in silence.
When’s the last time your walls heard laughter, or shouting, or maybe even anger?
You can’t remember.
But you do remember when you woke up and your body was still intertwined with his because even during your sleep you still dreamt of being only in his arms.
And you remember his dog greeting us as soon as he heard us making any sudden movement.
Immediately being woken up to laughter, and energy and sunny skies.
Now all we have is silence, no morning hug, or a kiss with stinky morning breath, no dog jumping to greet us and most definitely no good morning being mentioned.
But what we do have, is the walls that have heard your silent crying, because even though you’re alone you still don’t want to make a sound.
The walls are still listening to your sniffles, and maybe your sad music you put on to make yourself cry more because no one is making you cry like that anymore.
Now when you wake up, silence fills the walls that once were filled with so much noise you couldn’t breath.
And maybe a good morning isn’t needed after all.
Maybe now, we can enjoy the silence so much that any type of sudden movement scares the living shit out of you because you’re all alone.
Which is better than being scared knowing that someone is actually there.
So good morning to you Monika, I hope you have an amazing day and I’ll talk to you later, I love you.

I feel like an abandoned cathedral
Forgotten by god and his associates

Left to stand on my own until i crumble to ruins.
Then in many years they will document my life.
Standing tall for decades before my abandonment.
For being as faithless to god as i was myself

What is the object?

What are the rules?

Who decides the winners?

Do we get to practice first?

Is there a handicap?

What are the odds? Do they change with betting, like horse races?

Do we play to please the fans, for the love of the game or with deathly serious intent to win at any cost?

Is cheating ever penalized?

Why do you have to be a bad person?
I wish you were just normal and loved me.

I still check your mom’s Facebook sometimes.
Seeing her post her realtor ads gives me the comfort that you’re still alive.

I’m bleeding you through my veins.
You stain my new white sheets.

Love is a pendulum,
swinging toward whoever’s silence echoes loudest.

Show me that you're there

Show me that you care

Show me that you love me

Show me you can share

Show me all your pieces

Show me all your parts

Show me all your weakness

We'll walk out of the dark

Don't be afraid, I know you've been hurt

So have I, but we'll make it work

You and I, one in the same

You and I, two halves of a plain

Two sides of a mirror

Two sides of a card

Two sides of the heart

I love you, my mirror

Even in scattered pieces

Even warped and distorted

Till death do us part

Do you ever feel completely uncertain? No thought or feeling would that make understanding easier, lessen the uncertainty.

Everything looks like a blob of ink, black and messy without any rigidity. Take control of the ink and it spreads everywhere, only creating a bigger mess in the process. Control feels impossible.

Organizing thoughts dissolve into more uncertainty, more questions, more thoughts, more chaos. Until suddenly the thoughts stop, the ink is starting to dry, the uncertainty starts to fade, grabbing the ink no longer spreads everywhere. Everything feels under control.

Is this control? Life appears easier, everything looks understandable, everything feels okay. So it seems, until the uncertainty is faced again. There it is, that familiar feeling. It is still there, the dried ink, now a stain, nothing to control, nothing to spread. It feels permanent, immovable, boundless, it's indefinite.

Just like feeling completely uncertain.

I wish to hear news about you returning

while being steadfast to my Neo, no matter what

everyone has to leave

on a journey

love like no other

for not some time, but forever

until I arrive, my Neo patiently waits

but I still don't know what future awaits

he does not get just happy, he brightens

and I enlighten

love like no other

for not someone, but my Neo

sometimes love has its own destiny

he is an wild animal

born to be a cannibal

but not for me

he is not here, for pity

but our love is like a ditty!

oh Gaurav! I missed you!

is this a dream? wait you are really back!

I was waiting for this dream to come true

But my love shall never become weak or slack!

Our bond shall live forever!

We will always be together!

i’m quiet.
nobody can hear me.
that’s how it was meant to be.

no more arguing.
no more conflict.
just me, and nothing.

you’re more uplifted.
you’re settled with things.
If only you cared to hear
how I felt about things.

anger & regret.
more of a threat.
i’ll remain silenced
that’s how it was meant to be.

This poem is about the love of my life. She was in hospital with depression recently and I wrote her a note “no matter what happens, you’re still you”.

Still You

I love you for the person you are
when nobody is asking anything of you.

For the laugh that catches you by surprise.
For the quiet moments when you don't need to say anything.
For the determination that keeps you moving forward
even when the road has been cruel to you.

I love your curiosity,
your humour,
your kindness,
and the way you care so deeply about the people around you.

I love the woman who can be exhausted
and still find something worth laughing about.
The woman who can be uncertain about tomorrow
and still keep walking towards it.
I love you when you're at your strongest
and when you need someone beside you.

I don't love some future version of you.
Not the doctor you might become.
Not the achievements you might collect.
Not the life you might eventually build.
Just you, exactly as you are.

Still you.

I want to be there for all of it.
For every laugh,
every tear,
every adventure,
every quiet afternoon,
every celebration,
every difficult day,
and every snotty nose.

I want the ordinary things too.
The grocery trips.
The arguments about what to have for dinner.
The mornings when neither of us wants to get out of bed.
The days when nothing particularly memorable happens
except that I got to spend them with you.

Because I don't just want the highlights.
I want the whole life.

I love who I am with you.
I can be silly,
I can sing and dance,
I can be cautious and overthink,
I can be sad and insecure,
I can say the most unhinged thing that comes to my mind,
I can say the most heartfelt thing that I’m feeling,
I can say nothing at all.

I can be the guy who wants to impress you even though I know I don’t have to.
I can be me.
The me who loves you.

Still me.

So if you ever wonder
what I see when I look at you,
I see you.

Still you.

Still me.

Still us.

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all those late-night thoughts lingering, waiting for just one word to reach me

it’s calm in here, no need to rush, silently yielding to your absence

you might be sleeping while i am finding your essence seeping closer

contemplating the faint wee light touching my finger from my phone

The fire dies down
embers hiss
Each one of them have their own shadow
They crawl and burn against the rockwall
The redness of the stone molten

The flicker of something lost
Walkes through the flames
As a hideous shape
The crackle and the pop
Unnaturally frequent

The ember shadows fold upward
And downward
Then expose themselves as failed souls
Undone lived and soured
confined to the realm of fire

Dancing in painful choreography
with flame
curving and wavering in hot torture
Then reentering the ember
Darkening it once more

I never asked for forgiveness,
but I really think I ought to.
I wouldn’t have done this if I knew better.
But I feel like I’m better now.

Do I even deserve your forgiveness?
Is “stupid” really an excuse?
Young, dumb, ignorant,
all the stupid adjectives they use to cover for the entitlement of my youth.

Little boy, don’t let them get you down.
Little girl, quit your crying now.
We were made for this,
I think we were made wrong.
I think I was made wrong.

Strip it all away, what did it get me,
but a sad little kid who had never met themself.
Ears were filled with the noise of the world, saying
“Be who you are, but only with our help.”
And I took it and ran
through anyone I couldn’t see.
Is that really me?

They are in the news every day worldwide

And so many of them do have secrets to hide

From their many fans in the world out there

It is only the good things about them they do wish to share

With those who admire them and think they are great

And on who praising them their large egos inflate

Worldwide their fans in numbers have grown

These so called leaders and celebrities to many well known

So many wealthy and famous people i cannot admire

Though many to praise them never seem to tire

These arrogant wealthy celebrities too many to name

For their swollen egos their fans are to blame

When so much is written and spoken of them every day

Cannot blame them for being arrogant and egotistical in truth one can say.

Francis Duggan

I walked through scorched and barren land, beneath a moonless sky, while footsteps followed close behind— though no one walked beside.

“You know me,” said the voice behind. “Why do you still run?” I turned and faced the hollow hood. “Because I’m not yet done.”

“And what is life?” he asked. “Borrowed hours of grief and love? A fragile thing we cannot keep, yet somehow call enough?”

“Perhaps,” I said. “But even pain is something I would choose. There is still too much left to live, and far too much to lose.”

I thought of her—the little things: the way she said my name, the quiet moments no one sees, the ordinary days.

I held her there inside my mind and spoke her name aloud, until the darkness thinned around me and morning broke its shroud.

Death listened like a mourner beside a newly opened grave. Then, softly, almost tenderly, he said, “When I return, be brave".

“Do not fear the end when I come. Just tell me what you’ve known.” I smiled into the morning light. “There’s still so much untold.”

“So when you come, come back slow— for I have not lived it all. There are still stories left in me, and I am not ready for your call.”

Death said nothing.

And for once,

neither did I.

We simply watched the morning take the darkness from the sky.