Life Goes On,

it gave me chills,

it gave me shivers,

as i write along the lines.

About a guy, whose eyes,

i caught a glimpse of

as they dazed in mine.

wish that moment could stop between us, and age, a little like fine wine...

-mauli

something happened not something new

I saw a boy and he saw me too

our eyes met , not for long

but enough for me to write a song

This is a piece I wrote in Dec.2019, and means a lot to me, when a girl named Priyanka Reddy was raped and brutally murdered in Hyderabad and it shook the whole nation, once again.

may be triggering to some

Today I cry,

tomorrow I'll weep,

for someone is always left to cry

in the world I sleep.

Someone is raped, someone is murdered.

It's shame , it shakes .

When someone already is curdled,

is when people wake.

Some blame them, some blame us.

But who's to say

that it falls on all of us ,

the blame, to raise the greys.

So, today I cry ,

for the sake that's deep.

Frightened by this hell ,I am,

a girl, in the world they sleep.

-mauli

Their eyes stare close,

parallel into each other.

These mirrors of their souls,

create some infinite reflections,

Gazing deep inside, they see

their histories unwind ,

while their hearts intertwine.

They collapse in each other,

as if two black holes collide,

ending light, ceasing dark,

rebuilding space , creating their time.

Buried was a universe inside, now is

a spark that's theirs to be,

forever and ever...

-mauli

" Your beautiful magical words mean nothing if you don't have a heart and mind to compliment it."

" If you don't mean whatever you write or speak, you are just a simple hypocrite. "

"You aren't fooling anyone else then, when you lie with those beautiful lines you write, just yourself. "

Babe, there's something tragic about you, something so magic about you...

Making mistakes and committing sins is only okay when you learn something from it and grow... If you can't learn something from your them, being okay with it is not okay and not worth it....

The Artist

What are we here for

If not

To become the spectators 

Of the cosmic artwork

Unfolding before our eyes

The cosmic artwork

Of a blue sky

With rose strokes across

As the sun's about to die

Over the far horizon

Only to be born again

The next present

With a new light

The cosmic artwork

Of the birds singing, 

On birth of light 

Each sunrise, of the clouds

Swaying and changing hues

The cosmic artwork

Of each little life itself

The chaos seemingly random

Binding us all with one life

Of the artist itself.

The cosmic artwork

That created nature,

The mother herself

For she's the artist of 

the cosmic art,

Her eyes glittered in awe

Of her own self.

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Yup, thinking the whole goddamn universe is what we crazy people do at night. Ideas, like the stars, that shine bright in our minds when it is dark.

What keeps you awake at the middle of the night? Coffee? Nah! Anxiety? No also. Random YT videos? Close. Writing ideas blossoming out of nowhere? Yup!!! Just imagining things, and constructing something at the back of my mind.

Fire and Rage,

they're like a cage.

The one time they come,

and haunt you your whole life.

One glimpse,

it stays with you rest of your age.

You some friction,

and whole flames of fire

flash before your eyes,

burning you from inside...