The first pay check brought pure fantasy.
My heart danced with glee. As time moved on the novelty did fade. The joy slowly waned, a monotonous routine set in.

In silence, fragmented pieces of you come together, making you whole.

Had there been no mind to humans, what might have happened?
No dreams to pursue, no wandering thoughts.
A world without harm or conflict, where people live happy, peaceful lives.

Opposition or Sympathy
Don't count the two.
You need to move forward in life.
Just mobility matters in life;
feelings are not significant.

who is the happiest person in the world?
The one who has bid farewell to his cell phone's seductive reign.

The world awakens with the rise of emotions within us.
Nothing in this world holds life on its own.
It is our emotions that make their presence known.
We breathe life into the world in which we live,
shaping its destiny with every emotion-driven breath of ours.
Let our breath reshape the world with love and compassion.
Let it become as peaceful as the breath we took inside our mother's womb

Wandering, disavowing eyes might enhance a face's beauty, but the invisible heart's ceaseless efforts truly portray the soul's mysterious existence.

Ultimately, it's the sincerity of deeds that matters, not the words we utter.

Inside, a straw of bruised feelings is set on fire.
Above the rotting mass of mistrust and slaughter, there is a billowing smoke of desecrated feelings.

Walked, with purpose, into fire's embrace,unfettered.
Unfazed by the cat calls tossed my way.
Fear, a vanquished foe, lost its trace,
Lingering presence of failure held no sway.
The outcome, a vicious tempest,  ceased to chase,
in the depths of experience it dissolved without a trace.

The ultimate goal of human existence should be to accept everyone for who they are. Because we find our peace in acceptance.

Be like Mother Earth, embodying grace and serenely embracing adversity.

Be like the wind,
an envoy of sound,
bereft of feeling.

I am a dreamer on two legs, divine.
Walking on two legs, with purpose and force.
Lost in the depths of the vast human vision.

The mind, a soul's playmate, a transient guide.
One instant an ally, the next a tempest ride.
Its beauty can entice, so handle it carefully, like a delicate dream.
To prevent it from straying too far from you, tether it gently.
But keep your focus always, for you must return to your soul.

Don't try to rekindle friendships where bitter and tense memories linger.

There lies a tale of long-forgotten friendships, where painful memories still hold fast.

If everyone had the same sound to share, there would be no discord or dissonance to mar the life.

Accept and move, with a steadfast stride,

Even though we are aware that nothing will go as intended, we can occasionally laugh at our helplessness. Who can stop that?

With the exception of my feelings for you, all other fragments of emotion have bid adieu.

Don't wear life.
For it clings to you from birth to death.
It's etched with tales of triumphs and woes. When it's on you, it entices you to dance with passion, embrace the strife,until we stumble down, to the silent ground.

Waited, yearning for your arrival. 
A life's wait, a timeless dream. 
But the words of dissonance you shared with everyone about me tarnished my worth beyond repair. 
My life is in ruins amidst your scorn.

Poetry is washed away from my imagination by the currents of my restless mind.
Right now, I feel empty and soulless.

I have everything I need in this dust-filled world, except for your presence.

What good is a dream to a dead person, but a wistful captive of memories?

Let me  be the serene pause between the two spoken words.
May my stillness serve  as a bridge, strong and secure, mending the frailties that words often suffer.

Becometh silent, becometh God.

A yearn to set us free.

Devotion is a sacred journey where one feels closer to destiny, on a path that grows longer as one treads it.

Silence is a gateway to eternity.

Let peace unfold.

Only humans write poetry, it's true,
while everything else is an expression of it.

In the same way that rain sometimes eludes dense clouds,
poetry sometimes eludes my mind, bursting with imagination,
leaving me yearning for heavenly inspiration.

A transient feeling.

Imagination's offspring.

speech is a service that can heal the world.
So let it be sweet and true, always.

The breath of divinity.

A master of its own deceit.

The true beauty of poetry lies not in the words alone,
but in the inspiration that nature has sown.

O, invisible silence, so hauntingly deep, you're a master of disguise.

O, invisible silence, you are like a sharpened knife, causing wounds invisible to the eyes.

Silence is the language of the souls.

Life, like an old movie, unfolds before me.
Not curious to see, yet I cannot restrain my gaze.

Happens when you free yourself from the self you behold.

Freedom, not just a far-off dream.

But, a shift in attitude,