Life turns into a festival of divinity when the heart transforms into a conch that blows peace.

After a protracted wait, the first rain of the year has finally arrived.
It has calmed the frazzled thoughts and cooled the soil.
Joy is pouring in abundance everywhere.
The vitality of life has returned.

I only want a small space to scribble down a few lines of poetry that will endure forever.

We believe that someone is in possession of our hearts.

We believe that we are in possession of their goals and dreams.

We believe that the vast majority of people think and live in that way.

Life nowadays can be compared to a dish that smells amazing but tastes bland when you bite into it.

My decisions are broken stances.

When one is defeated within, one puts on a brave face, like a tree stripped of its branches shining brightly in the fading sunlight.