Mellow

 There is this music,

running through my mind,

melodius, with soft vibrancy,

calming me with rhythmic beats. 

Let me immerse in it,

the voice is so soothing, 

embracing me with nostalgia, 

in this symphony of sounds. 

As if in a trance,

surrounded by a mist,

closing my eyes to experience,

magic of this moment. 

Like the falling raindrops,

making tuneful noises over the roof,

Or the splashing of the waves,

making me hypnotized for a while. 

It's a wonder of human mind,

coming out with this artistry, 

something so mellow, making me sleepy 

as if singing me a lullaby.

An advice

They would be lying,

if they make any promises, 

but without doing persuasions,

there would be suspicions. 

For things you want to hear,

words need to be spoken,

being heartfelt, and genuine,

for it to be convincing. 

But nothing is perfect,

there would be compromises,

you have to create an entrance, 

an opening to your heart. 

Yes, things are uncertain,

there would be reluctance,

It has to be a continuous effort,

to convey their commitment. 

Give it a chance,

I know, you were waiting for long,

being addicted to your solitude,

it's difficult to invite anyone. 

Be more forgiving,

receptive of their perspectives, 

you might accept their idiosyncrasies, 

if they were sincere and honest. 

So, my dear friend,

listen to my advice,

and find someone agreeable, 

putting an end to this arduous wait.

I wonder

 Been working for a while now,

need a change of pace,

not just couple of days rest,

but some kind of retreat. 

Planning for most of life,

for the path of my success, 

but things don't always work out,

have to accept and move ahead. 

So, I went searching,

changing my approaches,

to find things that I needed,

while reaching out to my dreams. 

There had been disappointments, 

shouldn't I keep being wary?

of any consequence that might fall,

pushing me to difficult times. 

There is a sense of urgency,

an effect of my inability,

still, giving up is not an option,

even if life keep testing my limits. 

So I wonder...

Would there be warmth,

that melts this frozen heart,

blooming and spreading her fragrances,

and accompany me as a partner?

Live in my dreams

Going to my sleep,

waking up to new reality,

as the workplace vanishes,

no obligations nor answerablity. 

Everyday mundane works,

comes with their varieties,

everything is fun and fulfilling,

also engrossing with its spontaneity. 

There are sparkles and charms,

that stimulates and inspires the heart,

as I roam around different sites,

being carefree and without worries. 

The people are open and accepting,

there's something of an understanding, 

wherever I go, hear their playful laughing, 

having genuine conversations,

without any labeling or name calling.

It's a place of limitless opportunities, 

we could appreciate aesthetics and beauty,

As I receive their love and affections,

that I could cherish, be fond of. 

There's respect and admiration, 

with closeness and serious attentions,

it might feel like a fantasy theme,

but let me live in this dream...even if it's fleeting.

Stimulation

What if?

the world is unreal,

just the figment of imagination,

like a collective hysteria, 

determining our every actions. 

The interlinking tunnels,

for passing of informations,

were placed in a manner,

to have a required outcome,

calculated from the beginning. 

What if?

our consciousness is guided,

by some unexplainable force,

every thoughts and ideas,

are blessed by unknown beings.

Like an artificial intelligence, 

creating many such scenarios, 

watching us interact and communicate, 

as we gather enough experiences,

that lead to different outcomes. 

What if?

there were ways to connect,

to these higher dimensions,

and many of our ancestors,

had came to that realization. 

As they spoke of karma,

and they believed in reincarnation,

spreading their knowledge to others,

as wisdoms in local folklore,

for us to learn and follow. 

What if?

everything in life is predetermined, 

there is an explanation to randomness,

as the modern scientists doing researches, 

only to discover...world is a stimulation. 

Gone were those days

 Gone were those days,

every traveller were welcomed,

as the people gathered,

to hear their adventures. 

Stories of mysterious places,

encounters of mythical beasts,

the tales of valour and courage,

as they faced their worst fear. 

The dangerous storms and tempest,

facing its force in the ocean,

narratives of fightings and celebrations, 

that impacted their living conditions. 

Being spread in oral traditions,

written as legends for preservation,

and the gifts, trophies and tinklets,

that are brought as souvenirs, 

Every traveller was their heroes,

that went in search for treasures,

their words and experiences, 

were taken as an inspiration. 

Gone were those days,

when worlds were magical,

that gave flight to the wings,

of our thoughts and imaginations. 

Travel to the past

Sparkling, glistening, shining lights,

circling around me so bright,

blinding my vision for a while,

engulfing darkness feels hostile.

The world started spinning around,

as I stood over a shaky ground,

being pounded by blows after blow,

while I experienced strong vertigo. 

Before long, things settled,

A bit afraid, I opened my eyes,

to be shocked and surprised,

sceneries were changed to old times.

While I run, searched around,

for things that could remind,

how I lived in those times,

from schools, home and playground. 

It felt dreamy, something unreal,

for some reason I was brought here,

and so, I discovered my old self,

free of worries, a jovial being.

It seems to be a crucial time,

some important decisions are in making,

to leave the town, start life afresh,

but lose that treasured place. 

I remembered being angry with protests,

my pleadings and parent's high handedness, 

as I loved my friends and school more,

also that place was dearer to heart.

But final result never changed,

packing our luggage, we finally left,

leaving behind my childhood paradise,

embark on a journey towards a new territory. 

So, here I am,

observing my past actions, 

should I interact and intervene,

change my past to better alternative?

It was the moment of truth,

I faltered, to change the course,

probably it was better that way,

for, everything in life had a meaning.

Lo behold, shrouded in mist,

my senses started to get wary,

the same routine, I got dizzy,

waking up to present world...in a jiffy.

Words

 From the day we are born,

we express many emotions,

interacting with our surroundings, 

connecting with different beings. 

There might had been initiations,

to attach meaning to informations,

when we first called our caretakers,

from mono to many syllables. 

As we grew, we learned,

how to speak in situations,

to give respect, or make friends,

the art of acceptable conversations. 

Indeed words are powerful,

it has power of influence, 

depending on user's skills,

can dictate how the world moves. 

So, we created the rules,

depending on standards and customs,

with proper grammar and contonation,

were passed down as tradition. 

Many people came, many go,

very few leave their mark,

when we read their masterpieces, 

as they conveyed their perspectives. 

We too are disciples of words,

sailing in vast ocean of knowledge, 

as we string and weave phrases,

creating sentences and verses. 

A channel for conveying our thoughts,

they are the building blocks,

but be conscious, as it can also hurt,

mankind's greatest gift is a double edge sword.

Dream to travel

 Sitting at his desk, staring at the window,

at the world that he longs to explore,

he dreams of far-off lands and exotic cultures,

of new experiences and adventures.

But he is stuck, at his work,

he has a job to do, bills to pay,

it's not easy to take vacations,

or leave everything and run away.

So he sits at his desk, dreaming,

of the day he can finally travel,

when he can explore the world,

see everything it has to offer.

But for now, he must be content,

with the world that he sees from the window,

keeping up with his profession, 

hiding dreams close to his heart.

** This one is an experiment poetry, tried my hand with Google bard today.

So I walked

 There's too much in mind,

the feelings are jumbled inside,

emotions that has been locked,

bottling up, ready to spill,

so I listened, as it knocked,

working it out, and I walked. 

It became my daily routine,

be it morning, noon or evening,

whenever I got the chance,

going out, straight to the path,

under the vast open sky, 

viewing the surroundings as I walked. 

There are days, I needed reasons,

for health issues or my boredom,

then there are times, some excuses,

for solitude, or pang of loneliness, 

some secret talks, avoiding glances,

away from the crowd, when I walked. 

It's our evolutionary need,

a characteristics of our breed,

when we evolve, became bipedal...

used to travel long distance, 

as I tread, stroll, hike or march,

exploring new avenues, so I walked.

Honesty

Honesty,

doesn't take much,

if you speak from the heart,

regardless of the cost,

for, you will never be lost,

even facing your worst,

knowing from the first,

that you had been just,

as it is a must,

for forming the required trust,

when you interact and adjust,

with words, actions and conduct,

while your presence would touch,

the soul of many...

with your genuity. 

A hill near the park

 Walking in this rugged path,

going up on the hill,

with pebbles and rocks,

scattered at the periphery.

Being wear out from rainwater,

broken in uneven pieces,

still acting as a place to sit,

enjoying the place as I rest.

With shrubs and small plants,

growing in this small vegetation,

of what left of old jungles,

that adored this small hill.

Wild flowers decorate the surroundings, 

spreading the charm of its distinct smell, 

some bright, some dull colors,

be it blue, white, or bright yellow.

Being part of protected park,

spared of human intervention, 

growing to their former glory,

with its leaves, branches and vines.

A wild mongoose peek from afar,

some rustle in the bushes,

alerting me, so I scan around,

only to be surprised by pleasant breeze.

It's indeed lucky, I thought,

to have such greenery near me,

accompanying on my morning walk,

connecting me to the old times.

As I watch their natural beauty,

welcoming from the proximity of park,

to go for an adventure hiking,

and experience the feel of the jungle.

Prey

An endless cycle of eat or get eaten,

being at the bottom of food chain

even getting paralyzed in fear,

or shouting out of pain. 

You break our home,

ambush us when relaxing,

lurking in the shadows, 

to have your first bite. 

We are at mercy,

of your whims and fancy, 

either you catch and play,

or kill us for your food. 

Being scared won't help,

even our mind is desensitized, 

for, our joy and freedom,

can be taken away any moment.

We do got stronger,

in millennia of evolution,

be our size, horns or legs,

and security of the group. 

But predators too developed,

to satisfy their hunger. 

We ran, you sprinted,

groups being chased by your pack,

bigger we got, your teeth and claw were sharpened,

sturdier we were, your grasp and jaws got hardened. 

But life was balanced, we had our space,

things managed till the recent days,

then came the biggest calamity,

leading us to total defeat. 

There is no place to hide,

everything is under their control,

facing the brink of extinction, 

both prey and the predator.

Work

So, why do we work?

is it a necessity, 

to provide financial security,

or one of our duties, 

to be part of the society. 

What will happen?

if we can follow our passion,

indulge in pleasure and recreation, 

spending time in hobbies,

enjoying the leisure and luxuries. 

Do we have choices?

if we have debts or loan,

big dreams and aspirations, 

with jobs and side hustles,

we rush to catch up with all. 

When do we have realization...

have disappointments or apprehensions,

since we have this finite time,

that's not invested with proper planning,

will that become our regret?