Coffee Plants and Endless Thoughts!

  Underneath the Stormy Ocean crust of white and blue Lies the depths of silence and darkness of morrow A silence so loud that it calls you out loud within The shores and the waves are no match for the silence   The winds churn the ocean crust breaking and crumbling The echoes of whales’ act as songs in the calm below The calmness inside marred and jarred by the storm Slowly sinking into the depths within gasping   The shore that I wanted to leave behind forever The thoughtless cruel shores of memories disfigured The depths beneath were my ticket to the stars The depths felt more meaningful and less painful   Light can only reach a certain point below Thoughts could only hurt so much and less The water gushing into my lungs gave me air As I gasped in the mortal realm of pain and sorrow   I climbed into the depths slowly seeking answers The water slowly climbed from beneath me The last of the visible illusion slowly perish...

There once stood a wise old Hill amid a paddy field surrounded by a village. The Hill hosted a Deity that echoed with such pious powers and knowledge. The Deity and Hill often looked over the village and exchanged dialogues of knowledge yond the comprehension of mankind. The Hill observed the hundreds of the pilgrims that took the path of hardship to pour their heart out to the Deity and wail over their lost souls. They seek faith and hope, love and care and cure for pain. The wise old Hill looked over the pilgrims as it held everyone in its palm as they walked up to the Deity. Not all pilgrims climbed up the tattered path to the Deity. It required conviction and astute conviction in search of hope sprinkled with faith.   The time had come for the pilgrims to till the soil, water the dry lands, and sow the seeds of life. The pilgrims soiled under the burning sun displacing every grain of sand to make space for the seeds of life. The land was broken and tattered. Water gushed throug...

  The notion of Purpose hangs over us as heavy baggage we carry The nay human life oblivious without the baggage they carry The People juggling between wanting to live and survive in a loop The question of life without a purpose hangs on a snapping rope The more we hang on the more it pains and letting go, questionable The people who choose to hang on May survive but never live The people who choose to live may not sadly survive unequivocally The ones who do both are often burdened with solitude aplomb The question of objectivity and realism often muddled in chaos The world poisoned with perfectionist materialism indeed inertly The cure exists in the world beyond the dimensions of truth The problem inevitably in broad daylight with no morale or joy The world we leave behind has everything that we live for and die The destination has everything that we dream about for eternity The war between optimism realism and scepticism in a prism The burning fire of rage pushi...

  We go chasing behind the destinations afar Not heeding to the beautiful journey now Mountains, Rivers, Canyons, Forests, Stars The Moon chased me as I left the sun abaft The horizons far away had me bemused Every nautical mile that we happily cruised The scattered islands peppering the ocean Adding flavour to my life and soul within. Trekking in the lush green high forest pines Dangling on a camel’s back in desert canvas Flying yond the floating marshmallow above Letting the rain drops kiss on a highway The journey of a million miles as it's said Is an opportunity for million memories anew For we often forget the journey within Which is important as the journey outward The destination often gives us a purpose But it's the Journey that gives it a meaning Mountains, Rivers, Canyons, Forests, Stars A bottle of whiskey and a box of cigars.  

  The month of December was on the horizon Memories unfurled of yesteryears aplenty The candle wick flickered slowly radiating The winds outside howled like a wolf raging The trees danced, wailed and broke down The Air smelt of the fresh grounds beneath There was darkness cast upon the city walls The lakes and rivers overflowed with fear The boats remained anchored yearning The waves crashed ashore with arrogance Sense of Melancholic depravity spreads The candle wax slowly melted the darkness The sea sends a monster every year on cue Swirling and Twirling and churning it's way A whirlpool in the sky so mighty and high Yet the sea wanted to trespass the lands The cold sent shivers muddled with fear We endure this year after year with fear It takes lives and livelihoods aplenty at time But gives us the strength and determination