The Search


Something highly relatable for each of us at one point or the other in our life…

Maybe it is the search for the ultimate purpose or maybe it’s just all about a pizza…

One might never know…
What if whatever you just fail to find…

Is hiding right there in plain sight…

But you’re one clumsy kind of blind…

You just can’t find it in this light???
What if you search for that in place…

That’s just not right, for it to hide…

And it’s damn staring at your face…

Lost, have you sight- eyes open wide???
What if that thing has no disguise…

But you’re searching masquerade…

Still here- seeking, post it’s demise,

Shortsighted, dwelling in crusade???
What if all this effort blown to skies,

Mirage made into​ the fair of Vanity

Is moulding real all those lies

And dripping on our sanity?
What if you’re searching​ for the meaning

Yet can’t find a pivot point- full life- like..

And think of these as words demeaning…

Bedazzled, but still void in thy psych?

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What if…


What if at the end of the line, if we say no to “Is there anything that you want for what you’ll be willing to go through the hell all over again?” and therein lies our salvation?

What if in process described lies the sole purpose, the educational aim of meditation?

The neighbours’ greed

turnt conquistador…

The conquistador’s wrath

against one’s valour…

The rebel’s sloth

of neighbour’s neighbour…

The early murder

was in labour…

The glutonny of the free

turnt sinners into hoarders…

The feudal lust

grew up those country borders…

The current pride

lies in the strength of orders…

What if…

What if he asks & you say- “Yes, more?”

& therein lies punishment?

What if…

​The sweet essence of moment…


This one is for the depressed souls, those who spend their nights in sorrow and absolute stupor of their situation. The psychological wave is used first to conform and accept the situation and then to show an alternate beauty of the nature, which keeps our side through thick and through thin.

If there’s a difficulty in understanding the poem straight away, read odd lines and get the vision of nature, while if you’ll read the even ones- you’ll get the condition of the person in depression.


Sandwich’d layers top down skies…

One’s fed up with their hissing lies…

Ascend the staircase to stargaze…

Burn one’s eyes on that face…

Boiling, mighty Earth’s insides…

Fuming are one’s darkened eyes…

Brush’d the breeze through the green…

Burnt down- memories one’s seen…

Deadly pitch plack crouching fear…

Doomly thoughts one does wear…

Pounc’d & snapp’d lope’s pain…

Lies one crampled ball of vain…

Smooth melodious crackling bark…

Clenched lies one’s hair stark dark…

Fat burstin’ cheeks, holed in rodent…

One’s cheek- crimson pressed in dent…

Sweet smelling joyous dancing grass…

Veined out, one fails to cry out brass…

Sniff’d the air that sworn predator…

Beating, tearing up- this darn obliterator…

Swift & cautious pawed by lost soul…

Cramped, stiff, yet sobbing whole…

Hoot missed  that disappearing tail…

Still, lies one doubting one’s tale…

Turn’d the Earth, stifled beauty- Utopia…

Thoughts railed with chaotic Dystopia…

Calm’d are the starnights, calm’d the moonsight…

Calm’d now lies one mindless, child of the light…

To Old Friend


I remember that,
time- diamonds bought
Barter an emerald,
gold some, caught…
It was a simple
game on board…
Imagination, grins,
no fear of sword…

It’s been years,
years, since we played…
But my dear, friend,
in that day, you stayed…
Your biggest sacrifice,
though I understand…
“Is progress worth
                 of what we stand?”

No time to stop,
no time to sing…
“Into your work,
                 our friendship sink!”
In clock’s hand, left,
you’re left to guide…
Less and less,
you’re by my side…

A proper guide-
all fear and respect…
“I gapped away,
                 what do you expect?”
Moments cherished,
in past years…
Tiny friendship sparks-
my fears…

To seek your guidance,
to seek your time…
I do things…
not worth a dime…
No better ideas;
and you are annoyed…

Philosophical storm,
armies deployed…

With barmy grin,
taking on, I stand…
Whilst you’re hurt,
out of my hand…
With all the feelings,
I’m torn apart…
My ordeals
– a hole for your heart…

With all your heart
and flimsy memories
You still call me a friend
in front of families…
With all the love,
we still each send…
I say: “You became my guide,
                but no more- a friend…”

“Бол”


Где ногами по мячу- футбол…
Где руками по мячу- воллейбол…
Где летает высоко- гандбол…
Где дубинкой по мячу- бейсбол…
Где по морде дают- Американский футбол…
Прыг- скок резиновый мяч- баскетбол…
И где попадает любой “бол”
В ворота, в кольцо, за линию- “гол”!

(Было написано в детстве, не обращайте внимания на факты)

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Два “Друга”


Жёлтый, толстый Апельсин,
Рыжый малый- Мандарин,
Двое маленьких друзей,
Не могут выжить без сластей.
Как- то раз поесть пошли,
Пастилу в столе нашли.
Поделиться не захотели,
Оглядеться не успели,
Как на них напрыгнул кот,
Хап! И сразу прямо в рот!