If I asked the poor, “Are you happy?”
He said, “No. The merchant is happy.”

If I asked the merchant, “Are you happy?”
He said, “No. The king is happy.”

If I asked the king, “Are you happy?”
He said, “No. God must be happy.”

If I asked God, “Are you happy?”
He said, “No. The saint is happy.”

If I asked the saint, “Are you happy?”
He smiled and said,
“Yes — because I have nothing.”

When I asked the moon,
“Why are you always compared with beauty?”
Maybe it's because
I am the ugliest.

When I asked the rose,
“Why are you the first gift in love?”
Maybe it's because
I meant to end it.

“The past is never over —
it stays with us,
like a nightmare living in the present.”

You're finding heart in people made of stone,
A shining star twinkling in my mind.
A pure soul with no hate,
Your name whispered by winds in my ears.

Your eyes are a waterfall of beauty,
You're named Love — a treasure so rare.
With silver hair that frames your face,
A diamond shining like a sun in this dark world.

Just pen and paper,
Tells millions of feelings,
Heals millions of souls.

Just pen and paper,
The best couple without any doubt.
This combination is utopia.

Just pen and paper,
Where every word from the heart
is on paper by pen.
The art they make is priceless.

If you ****** anything from a person who deserves it, then the universe will ****** away all the reasons because of which you snatched that thing from that person.--word by my chemistry teacher

You will find me
in darkness.

Sorrow is my mate,
darkness my friend,
and sadness my happiness.

Being alone grants me strength.
Messiness is the path to discovering me.
I am lost in darkness,
a creation of my own making.

Each tear that falls
has an untold story.
Now, I can perceive the
beauty within the
darkness.
It has become my
comfort,
for my body and mind.

The coordination of pen, paper, and a soul filled with feelings makes good poems.

Everyone is solving their problem and I am creating my problems 🫠

In a beautiful place, enclosed by walls,
Walls to protect mankind.
But protect it from whom? From giants, they say.
I'll slay them all and see the world beyond this day.

I ventured outside the walls to claim my right,
To face the giants and shine with all my might.
But when I saw the first giant, I was stunned,
It towered over me, my courage undone.

The giant's massive foot was about to crush me tight,
But thankfully, it was just a nightmare's fright.
I woke up safe, my heart still racing fast,
Grateful for the dream that didn't quite last.

A wrong move in chess can turn a winning game into a loss, and a wrong person can turn your beautiful life ugly.
Life is like a game of chess, where every move leads to either victory or defeat.
Each day is a step towards success or failure.
In the end, all that's left is either regret or pride in oneself.
Like sacrificing a knight to protect the queen,
We sometimes let go to preserve our dreams......

I am a disappearing soul, in a dark room with sleepless nights.
A dark smoke is around me.
I am trapped here by my own emotions.
I am tired of being good.
Can I escape this hell?
My soul is beautiful.
But it doesn't matter in this hell.
Being an elder daughter feels like a sin to me.
Some have many expectations from me, and I can't meet them.
I feel like I can't go on with their expectations.
The only thing that stops me going from this hell is "my mother crying a lot because of me."

"The heart and mind work in parallel; they never intersect on the same decision.
They always have two different opinions.
One decision leads to satisfaction, while the other leads to destruction.
This is the greatest war within humans."

We find happiness in sadness,
although we are just humans.
Our situation is never demolished;
it depends on our actions to make
situations bad or good.
We fight against our addictions;
every human is addicted to something.
We can't control our time,
but we have the power to make it ruin or beautiful.
We don't need any appropriate reason to live;
our greed is enough for our survival.
Humans fall in love and hate,
being blind to the person.
Some souls are like clean water,
but some souls are like mud.

When you compare, you're average.
When you compete, you're average.
When you're rewarded, it's average.
When you hope, you’re average.

Nobody writes about you.
Nobody hates you.
Nobody loves you.
Nobody knows you.

You are just an option for the cosmos.
You were born average.
You will die as average.
You are treated as a sin in this cosmos.