Oneself Poems

Within oneself

If I did not see it
Was it there at all?
I thought I heard the flutter of wings
Did I not hear the sound of a call?
The song of a bird
Nor an angel or worse?
If I did not hear it
Am I my own curse?

Without Mirrors

He forgot
how his jaw
used to stretch
in loud laughter.

No mirrors
to watch his days—
just windows,
and distant eyes.

His beard trimmed
by finger’s feel,
a chunk missed
Here and there.

He looked well
in belts and socks,
even handsome
under the sun.

No one asked
if he still knew
the shaded glint
in his own eyes—

the torn shape
of manly lips
once easily thinned
in witty smile.

He dressed
in shiny clothes,
well ironed out
but creased

Beautiful Shine of Faith

Believe you can and you're halfway there" - Theodore Roosevelt
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                                         Beautiful Shine of Faith

Labor Day long weekend

My long weekend trips had changed and ruined,
By your early morning text messages.
On Saturday, 2025.03.08@03:08:00.
You texted me to let me know,
It was your birthday, you turned 21+ years old.
You also wanted to let me know,
The reasons why you stopped saying hello,
And all forms of communications.
I respected your birthday was a significant event,
Happily to celebrate with

DIALOGUE WITH ONESELF

Neither academic, nor preacher, nor politician, nor judge,
But a writer, with a fetish for the act of creation —
Not to broadcast my thoughts, or to synthesize critiques for others,
But for the vanity of publication, the fleeting pride of being known.

As I set the first word down, the tumult in my mind,
Mirrors that of a crusader,

Oneself

You only good when you are one with yourself 
You ever think the world is heaven 
Universe of existence such unique 
In our own the kindness turns 
The heart filled emotions we known 
Could it be that we are the heaven 
A mere seed given to natures breath 
A birth of many creations roam 
Is

Embracing the Storm

I am the storm that lost its own rhythm,
laughter flaring, then burning to silence.
Your imperfections swagger,
and scars that tell unerasable stories.

Some days I am a solid stream, unbendable,
other days, a forest fire — wild, unrelenting.
I falter, I burn too bright,
but each autumn leaves a truth inside me.

If you read me in bits and pieces, raw

Becoming oneself

BECOMING ONESELF 

Push yourself to be your best
Be outstanding among the rest
Choose risk over regret every time
To become successful is not a crime

Do not allow fear to dictate your future,
But let your boldness bring out beautiful picture
Make friends who force you to level up 
Not those who don't care and take you to club 

Your

Dealing Oneself

Do not judge others
Deal yourself first before men
Mirror yourself then.

Clued Into oneself

An evanescent bouquet of skewed briars,
is how a  tinsel laden tawdry essence wickedly unfolds ,
scuppered signpost to a fetid  human  compost,
faint light pendant on soul crushed quantum migrant,
who might chortle at vivid veil flimsy vacuum,
skirt recklessly around  bogus symbols,
peer behind the squalid limp  sodden hedge,
mock myopic moribund mist upon boundary

A Song of Self, Unbound

Not tethered to a soul, I walk alone,
A captain on this course, my heart my own.
No master's hand directs my wandering feet,
My path unfolds, a tapestry complete.

My essence blooms, a garden wild and bright,
Unburdened by the rules of borrowed light.
My worth is defined by choices, not by name,
A symphony of self, a burning flame.

With a

In Search of Oneself

Losing the earth under my feet
from traveling from place to place
on cars, trains and planes
and even ships that are in the race

Life is exciting with an emotional feel.
When do we take or give the steering wheel?
Who do we take on a short trip and who do we take on a long journey
When do we break

One Who Repents Oneself Repaints

Try to picture one who repents.
It's like one who oneself repaints
Ten liters of paint is lot of money
Try to price it: It's not funny.
While good and bad paint cost a lot
What God just wants is "What we've got."

For those who finally repent
Your big house lost to a tent;
You return all the money lent:
Not just like

Unfolding Oneself

To solve unknown mystery
Made more mistake & leads to misery

 I am lost in a trap
Can I take help of Google map

Aa naah coz it's just life story
One has to tackle it to find its glory 

Unsolved puzzle is not the real trouble 
Missing piece are so first burst your Bubble 

We all wanderers in

Death With Only Oneself To Blame

Death comes to us all

I know 

I am not that dumb 

I just feel or see no point at this
particular time rubbing the fact in

This is in fact the second funeral
I have been to this week alone 

It's just that now I am slowly getting
older myself

It's steadily brought it somehow closer
to home 

That one day

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