I always write poetry
when the day comes to a close
Maybe poems written at the end of the day
are forced to live for an eternity

Who cares if a poem lives on ?
Who cares if anything lives on ?
Every thing needs to expire..
an expiry date. even unknown one
to finish. to die..

Lack of Death is the biggest suffering
Life is beautiful
But lack of death; it can be devastating

How do we enjoy life,
if death doesn’t exist?
Death makes existence meaningful
When it is limited, it has value.
period..
Life or Gold.. that rule is real…

Good Night !

I always wonder why people say that
Is it to wish us a good sleep?
or an acknowledgement of our perfect awakened life?

Good Night or Good Morning
They are just habits
sometimes to avoid.
sometimes an intimation to not proceed further
sometimes it is just to fit in..
A gesture to fit in and say “I am one of you”
How pathetic.

That forced belonging to where you don’t belong.
Either way it is nothing but a habit
No big meaning one can think of

Imagine getting a ‘Good Morning’
when you had a fucked up day.

Think of the ‘Good Nights’ we get
when the only thing we did that day
was to screw up ourselves and others..
the entire day… Everyday.
How do we even manage to do it?
over and over again.

It is hilarious to even think
that we have it all figured…
that we know it all….

The fact is…
We are all just a bunch of screwups
teaching the world how not to be a loser
Don’t laugh..
we all are on the same boat
And the storm is farting on our face

It is laughable..
and the whole world is guilty
And they are victims..

People are just unreachable
to one another…
it is sad.

I find it funny because it is funny…
I did not make it up…

Good Night !
or Good Morning !
Depending on where you are
Either way I don’t mean it.

Live your life
Only you know how to do it

Don’t listen to idiots.
Idiots who lose at their game
and still have the audacity to teach
to teach how to win.. to others

It is fucked up..
Just that we don’t see it,
acknowledge it.. or accept it

No… We don’t…
We just ignore it…
thinking it will go away…

Nothing goes away
It is there.. it stays..

When you open the fridge
Look in the mirror
When you have sex
When you eat, poop.. fart…
When you look in the eyes of your friend
your love.. your enemy
it is there,
staring back at you.

It is there, but we don’t agree.
because that is all we know to do

But who cares…

It is OK…
Do Take care..
And this time I really mean it…

Good Night !

-Vinod-