Not a day

There’s not a day when I do not think of you,

I know it well, I must know this about you,

Life is never about i and you for you,

It never can be except those moments few,

Yet, my heart pangs to see you

It is love for you,

I can never reach you,

Unless you can reach me for you

can do it more easily than I can,

Come in the middle of my life either in a van,

You are the man of my life I know

I am not your woman I grow

everyday and yet I cannot reach you

Love you like I would want to touch the eyes of your dew

So, to end it I still think of you,

Even though I know I can never reach you.


Bad bad but so is sad….

Curling down in a corner lay

a will. “Why do you cry?”

The Will was wounded, attempted

but fell again. It’s sinews were alive,

bleeding, raking in pain. It did not speak

further, but raised its height. Slowly, and then fell.

Stood again, the miracle of love weaved around

tales of hopeless beauty. It lay quietly until the bear bell

was heard. But then, it did not stoop, the hell called.

He fought hard and the heavens opened the door.

It engulfed both, the bear asked, “why me?”

“Why not you, you made will strong.”

Will asked, “why me? I fell down.”

“Just because you got up, that’s why.”

The will and the bear were both shy.

The world needs us not now, they

thought, when humans choose to cry.

Valentino valentine๐Ÿ”ฅ

The story goes from a man to a woman,

From strong love to weak compassion,

From dominant arms to feeble alm,

From smouldering eyes to forest fire calm.

For, did you know love can travel.

From one heart to the another,

Quietly, slowly, bent close to unravel,

The mystic within, a little farther.

But, then comes an uncanny diversion,

Pale, lifeless, grey, dull aversion,

The wind changes, with the myth’s conversion,

Then, the still winds whisper, another version.

Can things grow straight again?

Can life come back to the veins?

Well, there begins a huge bargain,

Heart wins it, yet the mind feigns.


Today as I sit to post,

I found a topic silly to host,

But, then I often hear one boast,

Zodiacs rule even the ghost.

Often, if you are treated unfair,

By dangling rich in diamonds and sapphire,

Or by pettiness of the poor vampire,

Ruling ways where rich and poor transpire.

We try to often find a reason,

Behind every rude word and treason,

Then suddenly we hit the walls of a garrison,

Zodiacs! It is the root behind all season.

So, we analyse humans on facts loaded,

In fat, thick books well folded,

Written by masters and seers moulded,

By the universe, sans sin atoned.

So what do we do question?

We read all tricks and learn a suggestion,

Then we judge, with all objection and dejection,

All points, phrases worthy of rejection.

But, then is men not made of much more?

Is men not made of a soul in the core,

How can zodiacs alone rule menโ€™s door?

How can they suffice menโ€™s sore?

How can it alone, substantiate my type?

Why is it only needed to create a hype?

Men do crimes and good in this life.

Men fail and succeed in their strife.

Well, I found it a good time pass,

Something to laugh at, a pinch of jazz,

But not enough to simply toss,

A coin in air for the floss.

If men do good they do rise above the lowness,

If men do bad they do falling below the greatness,

If men are kind and just, it shows their humbleness,

If men are wise, it shows their goodness.

Teachings teach a man seven wisdom,

Learning them can bring back holy kingdom,

Causes, why men donโ€™t learn freedom,

Is hidden within the demon of Eden.

If had only been the zodiacs to blame,

People would struggle less with the flame ๐Ÿ”ฅ

No one would make a witch of a dame,

The decay would then no longer be a shame.

It is simply another way to divide and rule,

Turning your mind to a meagre mule.

Completing the verses

Everything that ever happens once would never happen again,

But, everything that happens twice would happen the third time again…..

It means the twice ones are moving in random circles…

the one like this mandala no end and absolutely no beginning.

Do you need to be scared of the ones which happen again?

Or, the ones which happen once?

Do you build on the ones which happen again?

Or, the ones which happen once?

Do you need to be trusting the ones which happen again?

Or the ones which happen once?

While, I wait to know it, I observed,

The best ever most deserved,

Is the path which happens once,

It’s something you can trust but is with cons,

And the ones which happen twice,

Are planned to happen again, a thrice

time, as they are schemes and plot though not wise,

So they recur to cut you into a size.

If you fall, they make you money,

If you shine, they bite your bunny,

They create troubles to stop your penny,

They love their job and the trickling honey.

So, trust the one I observed,

It could also be the one, subserved,

But, it is stronger and less fake than the ordered,

race, which moves around your nape unperturbed.

If the ones one do not happen,

Go away and do not deepen,

Nor make the twice ones sharpen,

Their axes on fears that slowly darken.

Let go, live and shine.

Be like the oldest of old wine ๐Ÿท

Live to know what you dine,

Here you end my friend, at The trine.

Wish you all a very happy New Years ๐Ÿง›๐Ÿฝโ€โ™€๏ธ๐ŸงŸโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง›๐Ÿฝโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿงœ๐Ÿฝโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿงžโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ผ๐Ÿง๐Ÿฝโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿงœ๐Ÿฝโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿงš๐Ÿฝโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง–๐Ÿผโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ˜‡

Lovely is this world and the view,

Wish we were lovely too often,

I do know, we often do not change the hue,

To harden the world, only to soften

This universal ominously strange cue.

To bear the brunt and fire, you are to toughen,

Your inner core, to change the world is not easy,

When changing oneself is so much more frizzy.


Who wait and watch,

Who stops and listens,

Who tries hard to not feel,

Who try hard to not think,

Who try hard to expand,

Who try hard to make a tiny difference,

Who try hard to give you when they have little,

Who try hard to live each day,

Who can live and not breathe each day’s pain,

Who try each day to shovel a little gravel,

Who try hard to stand on the fire, which some inhumanity spreads,

Who try hard to stop moving in circles,

Who try hard to use brains before every action,

Who try hard to save lives each day ๐Ÿ‘จโ€โš•๏ธ ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โš•๏ธ

Who try hard to build bridges ๐ŸŒ‰ and not destroy,

Who try hard to EARN a living,

Who toil hard to try,


There are only three gifts from heaven which is given to us,

Ability to love

Ability to choose

Ability to try.

๐Ÿ’ก and โ˜ฎ๏ธ FOR ALL…….

Avenging a revenge

What I understand about it….

Revenge avenge revenge or leave it? Avenge it or leave it? That is the question. 


Cut the chain, 

Cut the cycle, 

Cut the pain, 

If you can’t walk anymore then take a vehicle. 

Let love  flow into you,

The only power which can break any cycle. 

Pain it is indeed, and if you still want to avenge it then make sure you do not repeat it in the cycle. 

Change things and make your way through it. 

Be so adament that people and the Gods can do nothing except give you a pass. 

Be so stubborn that people and the God’s realise,  what they did to you was wrong. 

It is only then that they would stop.

Stick to love and live the war that you wage, 

Making people fight it on your terms,

Since you did not begin the war, they did, 

So now they are merely dancing to your thoughts and your mind plays their mind.

Be strong, hold the post till they tire and bend letting you pass.
Wish you all a happy, lovely Sunday ahead. ๐Ÿ˜๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ—๏ธ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ‰๐ŸŽŠ๐ŸŽ†๐ŸŽ‡๐ŸŽ„