Falling things receive our likes, dislikes.
Ask the fielder his feelings
to pouch the ball.
The shattered cup tells the mood.
This morning something fell.
An wrapped present.
First snowfall for the lovers.
Everyone cheered.
This morning a different case.
No justification.

Knowledge is an Arabian horse.

Muscular, sturdy.

Once it runs, runs.

None cannot stop it.

Leave it

At the feet of the hill.

Find it on the zenith.

Knowledge is an Arabian horse.

I was a stronger.

A few yards away.

They were constructing the wall.

Oh, it collapsed like cards.

They buried, crying.

I joined the rescuers

Some still breathing, some mute.

Closer to the wall,

I was their brother.

Our dreams are always big
But the complexity of our circumstances compress them

If
You're desirous of reading a man

Open his page
When he is silent

Our strength
Increases not by receiving love

            But by giving it

Thousands have died
Thousands are dying

There is dearth of love

Love is water
Water is love

I smiled
To meet a depressed man

His mood changed
The whole family changed

If you're brave

Show it by loving people

No taste

In treating you badly

Because my anger keeps me disturbed

This way I like people
This way they like me

We're on the right axis
The wind follows us

The easiest way to get rid of hate

Wash it
Boil it
Peel it
Crush it
Mesh it

Now your choice taste it or throw it

I don't promise I will meet you tomorrow
For I cannot promise to myself I will meet to myself