See how easily you can stop overthinking

“Rule number one is, don’t sweat the small stuff. Rule number two is, it’s all small stuff.”

– Robert Eliot

This statement fits perfect in our lives. Humans are best at thinking of non- essential things.

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Sometimes it’s not even enough to bleed crumpled thoughts on a sheet. In the quest to pour raspberries on mind’s slate.

The mind works like an artist nagging its nerves to burst those emotions that were forgone by the soul.

Some scratches/ screeches crawl naked to practice necromancy at home. A home where things booze in head articulating chappels of dark thoughts.

I realise that one can’t rely on drinking gallons of positive syrup when the mind holds pessimism.

Sometimes it seems like chasing UFO in the deserted area where no human exists. Like running in a never-ending marathon that leads to draining every square of blood.

These were thoughts that disturbed me often breaking the continuity to write. Is it happen only with me or you all people struggle with these kinds of thoughts. Instead of calling it a writer block, I will name it mind’s lock.

Looking forward to reading your views


Snake crawling in my heart
Hawk gazes at silvery light
Darkness drifted me to hell
How to hide in my shell
Scratching my little head;
Twiching my sore feet, I walk miles
To hear last warning bell
Every effort is in vain
Why feeling so much pain
Tortured soul lying in secluded lane
Is there any tunnel, Or I am an insane
Emptiness has overpowered me
Is there a grey ghost who glued me
Beetles sucking my flesh and bones
Owls howling at demon’s night
Peeping from the corner of my eyes
Thou Victim of venom dwelling in mind
Is there any stain left on my soul
Or voidness clinches me to the core

Hide And Seek

It’s not a game, nor foreplay

Reality of dynamic life in the play

Entwined  in various patterns, shapes like a clay

Outbursting  Impeccable sufferings of chaotic mind

Treacherous path, anxiety,  fear, rat race lurching in mind’s cave

Perseverance fight of mind and heart , Victory or defeat  in hands of divine

Positive vibes Overlapping devilish side

How long it stays, Virtue and Vice

It’s not a game, nor foreplay

Flooded emotions seems prey

Adhere man from its way

Long dark tunnel, down cast wrong way

Doomed to blood shed violence, in humane, Rebellion and  make us slay

Where life heed us, Where to stay

One day prints of human deeds, time will   withered away