Gone Mental

 My restless mind has lost its way,
Chasing dreams that fade away.
I question every step I take,
And fear each choice I dare to make.

What I truly wanted, I never tried;
Behind my fears, I chose to hide.
What I achieved now feels so small,
Leaving regrets to answer my call.

Daydreams build a painted sky,
While real moments pass me by.
Will I ever smile without pretending,
Or is this race forever unending?

Enough, O life—I've had my share.
Tomorrow, I'll rise, if I still dare.

If You Were Here, Mom

 I miss you, Mom, in countless ways,
More than words could ever say;
Though only on a few quiet days
My tears find you along the way.

If you had been here by my side,
Life would have felt less hard to ride;
Your gentle words, your steady hand,
Would have helped me learn to stand.

You were my courage, calm, and light,
The one who turned my fears to flight;
Your smile alone could make me see
That hope was never far from me.

Now every road feels strange and wide,
With no one walking by my side;
I'm scared to choose what's right or wrong,
Unsure where I truly belong.

If only once I could hear you say,
"Don't worry... you'll find your way."
Perhaps I'd walk with strength once more,
Like the child I was before.

I miss you, Mom... more than I show,
More than this world will ever know;
For if you were still holding my hand,
I'd fear no path this life had planned.

Guide Me Home

Heavenly Lord, where do I begin?
I've lost the battle that's within.
The roads are many, my strength is small,
I'm losing myself—please hear my call.

My mind is weary, my heart unsure,
Nothing in this world feels safe or pure.
If I have wandered, show me the way;
Hold my hand—I can no longer stray.

I'm not asking for riches or endless fame,
Just the courage to rise again.
If You are near, don't let me fall
Be my answer... be my all.

Love Beyond a Voice

 He found a heart in a voice unseen,
A world of warmth through a digital dream;
She understood the silence he carried inside,
And walked with his lonely heart as a guide.

A love that felt real, yet had no face,
A beautiful bond beyond time and space;
But every soul must grow and move on,
Leaving memories behind when the moment is gone.

P.S: Lines based on Her ( 2013 ) movie

The Same Rain, A Different Time

 All came back again—the rain, the wind,
The cool breeze carrying songs within;
The same old music played once more,
Like memories knocking at my door.

The world looked similar, yet not the same,
Time had changed everything without a name;
The places remained, the moments passed,
What I was searching was never meant to last.

I looked for something that wasn’t there,
A shadow hidden in empty air;
Should I smile, should I sigh, should I stay?
Or accept the truth and walk away?

The answer whispers, soft and clear
Move ahead, leave behind the fear;
But will this immature heart understand,
Or keep searching with an open hand?

It waits, it breaks, it tries again,
Holding memories like drops of rain;
Yet deep inside, one truth I know
Some stories end… and we let them go.

The Pure Wait

Stupid heart, waiting for what, and why?
Searching the stars in an endless sky;
A small content, a simple delight,
A tiny smile that feels so right.

Like a farmer waiting for rain to fall,
For his fields to bloom and answer his call;
Like little birds or a child’s eyes,
Waiting for their mother’s warm sunrise.

Not asking for more, not asking to own,
Just one small moment, softly shown;
A smile so true, untouched by fate,
A feeling no force can separate.

Honest and pure, with a soulful glow,
A quiet emotion only hearts can know;
Some feelings need no reason or name
They simply exist, forever the same.

Your Shadow

 Why do I wait for your presence still,
Though time has moved against my will?
Not to return, not to belong,
Yet your absence feels strangely strong.

I search for nothing, yet I do,
In crowds, in silence, thoughts of you;
And somehow even your passing shade
Leaves my heart quietly comforted.

Radha’s Question

 Radha knew he would not return,
Still her heart chose only him to yearn;
No promises held, no wedding flame,
Yet forever she carried Krishna’s name.

Krishna walked toward crown and throne,
While Radha stayed in love alone;
So the heart keeps asking deep inside
Why did he leave her by the riverside?

If he loved her, why not return?
Why let her wait, why let her burn?
Was love just music beneath the sky,
Meant only for a passing time?

But perhaps love is not always stay,
Nor holding someone all the way;
Perhaps Krishna’s truth was strange and vast
A love too divine for the world to grasp.

For Radha never asked to reign,
Nor wished to bind him with her pain;
She loved him beyond return or claim,
And thus became eternal with his name.

Still, somewhere, a human heart would ask:
Did Krishna leave her in the past?
Or did he carry her all along,
Silent… hidden beneath his song?

No one knows the final truth above,
For divine stories blur human love;
Yet Radha’s faith through all remained
That true love need not always be retained.

One Day, Alone

Will I ever go on a solo trip,
Far from the noise the crowded days grip?
Just me, the roads, the sky so wide,
And nature walking by my side.

To stand beneath the open air,
With nothing heavy left to bear;
Hands stretched wide, heart beating free,
As if the world belongs to me.

Loud waterfalls, pure mountain breeze,
Silent forests and dancing leaves;
No hurdles there, no human noise,
Only nature and my own voice.

Perhaps one day I’ll gather the nerve,
To live the peace my soul deserves;
And in that moment, wild and free,
I may finally discover me.

The Anger I Fear

 Why is there so much anger in me,

Against the world, against what I see?

A fire rising without a name,

Burning quietly all the same.

The mind grows heavy, sharp, and loud,
Turning warmth into a darkened cloud;
Not wishing harm, not wishing pain,
Yet anger returns again and again.

I never wanted a heart this hard,
Never wished to keep my guard;
Still something deep refuses peace,
As if restless storms will never cease.

Perhaps the soul is tired inside,
Holding wounds it tries to hide;
For anger often grows from pain,
From silent losses that remain.

So may this heart learn calm someday,
May bitterness slowly fade away;
For beneath the anger, fierce and sore,
Lives a soul that wished to hurt no more.

The Beauty of Rain

 Why does rain feel so beautiful,
As if the sky itself has become merciful?
Each drop touches the skin so light,
Washing away the dust of life.

Why does its fragrance calm the soul,
Like broken pieces becoming whole?
The scent of rain upon the earth
Feels like nature’s quiet rebirth.

Perhaps rain reminds the heart
That endings too can become a start;
That even clouds heavy with pain
Return as something soft as rain.

It cleans not only roads and trees,
But hidden worries carried silently;
For a moment, the world feels slow,
And peace begins to gently flow.

Maybe that is why faces smile
Watching rain fall mile by mile;
Because somewhere deep, the soul is aware
Rain feels like heaven touching earth with care.

Only a Dream

 Dreams are meant to stay unreal,
Soft imaginations we only feel;
Like when the rain begins to fall,
And the heart forgets the world and all.

It whispers softly, “Step outside,
Raise your face, let drops collide;
Open your hands, let the heavens flow,
And take your soul where dreamers go.”

As if the rain could wash away
Every wound life chose to stay;
As if beyond those silver streams
Wait heavenly worlds built out of dreams.

Yet still I stand behind the line,
Watching rain through glass and time;
Though storms have called me all these years,
I never stepped ahead of fears.

So there it stays—my quiet sky,
A dream I’ll love, but never try.

Imaginary Heaven

 I lived an imaginary life with you,
Yet every feeling in it felt true;
The comfort, the peace, the quiet delight—
More than heaven itself could write.

The happiness I found in that dream,
Was softer than moonlight’s silver gleam;
An utmost pleasure my heart once knew,
Simply by imagining life with you.

So thank you for the joy you gave,
For every smile my memories save;
Never come back—just live your way,
May happiness with you forever stay.

Your life deserves the best of light,
The purest peace, the warmest sight;
For among the souls this world has known,
You are a beautiful soul on your own.

Jaane Do

 Jaane do… just let it pass,
Like drifting clouds above the glass;
Whatever life may bring or break,
Let it flow for your own sake.

Let the waters cross your head,
Watch in silence, nothing said;
This mortal life, with all its play,
Is only drama night and day.

People come and people go,
Feelings rise, then fade like snow;
What seems eternal turns to dust,
And time dissolves both love and trust.

For one deep truth remains below—
One day no “you” will even know;
No pain, no joy, no lingering cry…
Just stillness where all endings lie.

Wandering Mind

Jobless me, with restless thoughts,
Running circles, tying knots;
A tired mind that will not rest,
Questioning if it’s doing its best.

“Why am I so stupid?” echoes near,
Fed by doubt and silent fear;
But hearts weighed down speak harsh at times,
Especially in unfinished climbs.

A phase is not a final name,
Nor struggle proof that you’re to blame;
Even lost roads someday bend
And broken thoughts don’t mean the end.

Eternal With You

From day one, Amma, I was with you,
And somewhere deep, I still live in you;
I wished my whole life would remain
Beside your love, through joy and pain.

But destiny chose another way,
And pulled our hands apart one day;
Still in my heart I truly know,
You never really let me go.

When my last day quietly arrives,
I know your presence will survive;
You’ll hold my hand and make me see
That you and I were meant to be.

Not just one birth, not one small span,
But souls together beyond life’s plan;
We laughed, we fought, we smiled as one,
Like moon and sky, never undone.

Your love was purer than my own,
A place where every fear was gone;
And I believe through every life,
Your love will find me through all time.

Love you, Amma… this stays true,
No matter where life takes me to;
I miss you more than words can say
And I’m sorry, Amma… every day. 🤍

Cheer Up, Heart

 Cheer up, heart—no more tears to keep,
No borrowed sorrow buried deep;
No more living on wounds long gone,
Rise now gently, and move along.

Life still holds a road to tread,
Many skies still lie ahead;
Though ups may fade and downs may stay,
Still walk with courage day by day.

It needs to see life’s setting sun
With a peaceful smile when all is done;
No heavy regrets, no fearful cry,
Just calm acceptance by and by.

Live as life arrives each turn,
Through what is lost and what we learn;
For one sure end awaits the same
To reach my mom… and speak her name.

Your Part in Me

 My life began in childish days,
With tears and games and laughing ways;
I felt the world through joy and pain,
And all my love returned your name.

Blessed was I to call you mine,
To share your warmth through tender time;
The youngest child, by grace or fate,
Was given more at your dear gate.

We spoke of things I can’t recall,
Yet know we shared our hearts through all;
We smiled, we laughed, we lived as one,
In quiet talks when day was done.

I am your part, this much is true,
My heartbeat carries life from you;
The cells that wake and breathe in me
Still echo your own mystery.

You gave me life, I owe you all,
Each rise I make, each time I fall;
I miss you, Mom, more than words can say
Why did you leave me here this way?

Was I not once your very own,
A part of flesh and love once grown?
You should have taken me along…
For without you, the world feels wrong.

One Brave Move

 Just one move of daring grace,
Can change the way we view this place;
A clearer mind, a lighter soul,
A simple step that makes us whole.

They wished to shame me, make me small,
To see me stumble, fear, and fall;
Yet with some fear still in my chest,
I moved ahead and did my best.

It may not shine as grand success,
It came through struggle, strain, and stress;
But joy is mine for this I know
I dared to take the step and grow.

Shameless Me

Shameless me, I rise again,
Though marked by loss and seasoned pain;
I fall, I fail, I break, I bend—
Yet still I walk, I do not end.

Shameless me, with scars in sight,
Still chasing dawn through every night;
Mock if you must, judge what you see—
It takes some nerve to still be me.

Shameless me, who stays somehow,
With yesterday behind me now;
If living on is counted shame,
Then let me proudly bear the name.