Commitment

My commitment to you would be a lie—
Let me be truthful; I will always be.
The only commitment is to myself.
Despite everything, I will follow my heart.

Poem

We are changing all the time—
And accepting that,
I find myself even more interesting.

Unbearable Me
The small things kept bugging me—
I wondered, Why?
In my head, I tried to justify.
Then I ignored, tried being nice—
But irritation only grew.
I told myself, Let it be,
I’m egoistic—don’t fix me.
But my mind was tight,
I couldn’t bear myself for days and nights.
Minute by minute, the discomfort grew—
I tried to walk it out,
Sat in noise, then in silence too—
But nothing helped.
I was alone, and wanted to be.
Then one morning, something shifted—like a wave.
Suddenly, all was calm.
Everything felt aligned.
I love that part of me.

Words
Silence meeting words,
As if something else is speaking through me.
When my mind is utterly silent, something strikes—
Like sudden thunder.
It surprises me what comes through me,
I only know an unseen force—
My guru’s hand shaping me.

Like a River
The river flows to meet the sea.
She may pause along the way,
But she never meant to stay.
She’s full of life, gives her whole.
But if your eyes lack the depth of sea,
She’ll choose to leave—and still flow free.