Your conscience troubles you.

Would you float while everything hits you hard with strings attach, under water where you can’t breath. It’s your mind and world what would it be to you.

I wrote this poem almost fifteen years back.

I was deeply immersed in spiritual thoughts about the creation and its mysterious ways of life and death.

My thoughts went on admiring the energy of the soul that is universal and infinite in uniting all that is animate and inanimate.

I was in a trance-like state though I did not understand clearly whether it was called meditation but I was in total tranquility that still lingers on right now.

This poem emerged from the core of my heart instantaneously and I just scribbled on a rough paper.

It is all about the harmony and peace within every soul that is part of the ONE WHOLE Soul.

Rhyming Poem.

A poem about an unknown guitar man.

A quick poem. Enjoy!

Depression a journey of failure and despair….

It is horrible when sad thoughts go round and round on a loop.

You are my soundtrack.

Poem.