Observation

Sometimes, for no reason I am sad,
Yes I am lost,
Carried away by thoughts,
It is not easy to break the thought pattern,
Often I forget the importance of observation,
Years of practice.
Being into it,
And suddenly I am aware.

A Little Brave

If I rush, they run faster,
And eat me up.
If I go slow, it hurts,
To a certain extent, I have to hear them.
Suddenly, they lose their grip on me,
And I become a little more brave.

Poison Turing into Gold

It peeks through the eyes,
What is hidden inside.
It might turn into gold,
If the poison is not gulped or thrown.
Despite the mess, I went for a slow walk,
It surprises me every time—
When I return, I am happy again.

Simplicity

One day, sitting in the park alone,
No hurry, no rush to return home.
The laughter of a child—
Made me realize how simple innocence is.
Nothing in a child seeks to control,
Every little detail of his life is taken care of,
And so, the child simply enjoys.

Poem
Why does it never cross our mind—
We live by concepts made by others.
Even the word God was born of thought,
We speak too much—it blurs the truth.
But in silence soul begins to grow.
what one learns- not heard or read before.
Who made it hard?
Not the world, not strangers—
But someone very close.