Unnatural

I tugged at the creeper
not knowing that it connected
all the trees like a mesh. 
First, there was a roar
as the branches shook in
pain and their natural
balance tilted, with most
of the creeper coming
in my hand.
And then a moment later,
the whole jungle was
On me,
crushing me to the
ground,
for unknowingly pulling
something that belonged to
them,
naturally.

Day & night

There is nothing
outside
that I have not found inside.
Sunlight till now, so brightened 
my senses,
that I just forgot 
to switch on the lights 
deep inside my home.

My own world

I am my world

and there is nothing outside

of it,

which is not there inside me.

Thus, looking for love

is easier now,

since digging deeper

within my own self

is neither an unknown act

nor does it need any validation 

from you.  

The art of an artist

The artist loves
and draws,
paints and pauses
and stops and looks back
and picks up a new
canvas
to suit what he wants. 
Just as the gardener digs,
plants, trims and cares,
all, for his garden to take 
a new look,
weeding now and then,
as he must, changing his
tools as suitable to him,
just as the artist changes
colours and his brushes, 
just as he must..
The weeds and the plants,
the colours and the brushes 
thus remain their tools
in pursuit of their scapes.