Stains from the keyboard

It’s a lonely world Even your sleep is sold There is no one to hold Everything you touch is cold. It’s dark inside and bright outside Thousands of friends in the network But no one to share the table Like a single flower vase. Like withered leaves, the life changes the color, to decrease the living will, And fly high to cover the dead. Absorb all the knowledge Like light falling on a plant, Keep swallowing till you can, And finally, call it off when you’re full. [Read More]

In slow-moving traffic,
A Fast beating heart,
Unsettling eyes,
Starting at the screen,
Devoid of curiosity,
Scared of old feeling rising,
All vehicles are still on the road,
Questioning the decision to travel,
There falls a shadow of wasted life.

The daily food was tasteless, It was edible and not a waste, Then I stuck to fruits, And it shook the juice inside me. The vision was clear with an aid, I never saw a place to land, Everyone strolled hand in hand, The crowd moved with a dread, Without a final destination to end. The words were all in the space, Traveled out of place, All the words were in my mind, I lived in an echo chamber. [Read More]

What is a new year? The continuation of time without any significance. What is a new year? A way to cheat oneself with ignorance, The days will be better, All the worries will disappear, The new light will spread happiness. What is a new year? Logic and reason less way to Pin faith on the future foolishly. What is a new year? Continue the same old finite recurring thoughts throughout the year. [Read More]

Can the eyes resist seeing the new land?
Can the legs withdraw from the path?
Oh! New land,
What is there in the store this time?
Are you beautiful,
And soothing like rain?
Oh no, It’s an idea in the mind of the dead.

When I’m in the top of the mountain?
When I leave all my property in the flat land?
When my parents die?
When there is nothing to chase?
When am I alone for years?
When I’m about to die?
When residing in a strange country?
Oh, we’re all condemned to be free.

The journey of the search, purpose, paved the roads to the silent, and serene resting place. Tracing back to the origin to follow the pointless years ahead filled with disappointment, and destituteness. The months marched in a row, the weeks walked fast, the days dazzling with sunshine, the nights not leaving anything unturned, the winter winds bringing all the unholdable thoughts, and clearing the air to view the farthest star, I can look at the star all night, but can’t see it. [Read More]

The moon has no light on its own,
it reflects the sun’s light.
When the light falls on the earth
it’s moon’s light,
is it my goodness
all from you?

Falling raindrops on the green grass, in September, on a lazy relaxing Sunday, where the weather and the wind are calm. The sun is behind the white clouds, the warmth is missing in the light, the cars racing in the wet roads, the houses and the parked vehicles stood frozen. Two squirrels running over the lawn, to climb the trunks of the chestnut tree, leaving the traces of time, and stopped, to praise the warmth of the solitude. [Read More]

The presence is not the essence
The steps aren’t the journey
The events aren’t the memory
The wind isn’t the breeze
The absence of matter isn’t the void
The out of place presence is the void.