better late than never

It took me so so long to figure out what was wrong,

What has been wrong,

And it’s so surprising how our ideals can work so against us,

As we dive from one extreme to another.

It’s change,

It has always been change,

Sometimes the resilience sometimes the acceptance,

The fact that this world truly DOES spin madly on,

With higher infinites where there is no rule to one,

Its just the flow,

Good comes,

Good goes,

Ugly comes,

Ugly goes,

Nothing stays,

But the whole.

It’s this simple beauty that has taken me so long to understand why i have been feeling this numbness, these levels of extremes and what not.

At the same time, i TRULY believe that EVERYthing happens for a reason and so, this lesson has been very positively reinforced.

We change, life is fluid, our morals morph, we change.

Life is a waterfall,

We are drops in an ocean.

We are the ocean we are the wholesome,

We are all infinitesmall and large,

Now, small steps to the bigger picture through the tinier hologram of seeing closely,


Just now.


From intro to info

To wholesome


Spend your time, spent your dime

Come alive and shine,

Be your divine.

And so we are

There will come a time

When things settle

When you begin to effortlessly rhyme.

There will be a day

When these demons don’t stay,

In fact that fly,

Free and happy for they are not demons anymore

Fluidity has saved you,

Transience hones you,

The sunlight warms your skin and you are home,

Blue and white and beauty inside,

Thriving and blooming,

Flowers crowning their leaves,

Smiling softly,



Sometimes you start somewhere and land up in such different and volatile spaces

The intention with which you began morphs into something much more larger than that of which you dream and so,

Work and play and names and days get intertwined

But tie the ribbon on the branch because it’s okay,

To go with the flow,

As long as it doesn’t harm you,

The traps that you resort to are hollow and so,

Fly off the wall and hold down the crude for you are whole,

Amongst such a large home,

You are going to be your own

The one that rises with no loan.

That you are,

All you’re meant to be,

That you are

Your self fulfilling prophecy.


After so long,

You can feel the paint on your skin

And the dragonflies dance without and within,

Here I am not screaming but there’s a shout

Of a fiery like relentless mass,

F r e e,

B e a u t y,

A little prop in the walk of simmering mindtunes,

Rolling on.


and before you know it,

i’m aggressive.

i want to break glass and cut hair and get piercings just to throw it in the face of the world that i am free.

but you see this freedom is a loop of its own, it requires a feed without which it would succumb,

like how snakes deflate the bodies of a number of their preys,

and balloons eventually burst though they apparently just ‘fly away’,

i’m crabby, and generally just an ass to all those around me.

ungrateful, even for luxury, whereas complimentarily, i feel that even the bare needs are blessings of beauty.

sometimes, i love feeding the ego so much, ‘just so that it will leave me alone’,

whereas in reality it just gets more hungry, and demands more,

and suddenly theres another loop that doesn’t seem to crack and when it does,

i truly do feel free.

only to start this escalation all over again,

and this, the final loop of them all,

is the one im trying to break.

to actually not want to get out of the way and walk into this castle of pride and demand my own made up prize.