Oh, evolution, you could have saved the day if you had kept us as monkeys swinging gleefully in the trees instead of elevating us as humans with restless minds and lethal egos.

When life becomes larger than the ideal for humans, human bonds and empathy break down, and degradation and destruction become his chosen destiny.

Nature's wrath has humbled science, which stands in the shadow of its own flaws.
For Science, blinded by its own achievements, is incapable of healing its own wounds.
So, without pride, let us dwell in our ancient wisdom and strive to re-establish lost harmony with nature in order to perpetuate humanity.

May our verses sow seeds of kindness and care.

And let compassion be a reward we all can share.

I beg you,dear artist, not to sketch  your portrait on the ripped canvas of my fuzzy eyes because it does not retain any traces of your feelings.

Oh, Illusion, you seductive master of disguise, don't dress up in new attire and deceive my fragile mind, which has already been disgraced and misled by desires several times.
Your enticing yet lethal hug has stifled my life.

Nature's beauty became mine when my poetic eye caught it. With verses inscribed on my soul, I chiseled its beauty into the magnificent fabric of life.

Drifting away everything from
me in the fear of suffering a dissipating  obscurity. Fear and
self seduced memories are what
is left with me.

Everything is felt, yet nothing exists in concrete space. To feel real becomes an awkward plight.

For, in times when fairs seem scarce and wars persist, unyielding, how can love and compassion endure when darkness tries to engulf us?

Leaves are falling gently from the tree of my memories. If you find anything relating to you, take it, I implore, before it turns to dirt. Memories, though transient, hold infinite worth.

In this game of life, unequals square off, powerless, their future forever entwined in the unfettered might of evolution's reign.

A world of equals, a transient fantasy lost in the depths of an infinite stream, fades away at the embryonic stage, giving birth to a fate of conflict and death.

Although I saw you, it wasn't you who appeared, rather your essence, that lingered in the air like a mist smeared with fragrance of a withering flower.

Come,  let our spirits entwine if you like me.
Come,  let our friendship define if you don't like me.
Come, I am  always here and willing to accompany.

Be a song that brings deep joy to the soul, not just a verse that skims over it like a misplaced note.

Where the mind is struck often by the fractious fracas of fears, it leaves the docile hope wounded and pinned.

When the mind awakens, the world comes alive,
But when the mind falls asleep, so does the world,
So who makes the world, this star studded tapestry we see?
Is it not the world crafted by our minds?
The universe takes shape within our minds.

Silence is the  hymn of the soul.
It embraces the cosmos, dissolving time and space within its womb to unveil our true nature.

Hey, don't follow my trail as if I am the last trace of hope for you. Another, more ardent, has found me.

You stole my heart when I was in a daze.
Don't return it;  let it die in your tender arms.
Allow my soul to dwell in realms beyond reality.

In the gaze of two eyes, a universe is unfurled. Time stands still till the frozen vision is unlocked by the twinkling of the eyes.

Untamed and fierce, the fire's fury consumes everything it touches, but it is subdued by a tranquil, unwavering body of water in an embrace of peace.

In the depths of our minds, a question resides,

Are awe just one mind, or many minds intertwined?

As  ideas and thoughts collide in a dance of trance,

the conclusions arrived is always illogical and self defeating.

Never receive anything from others that cannot be returned.

When the faces of humans transform from expressions of kindness to vicious arrogance, it will hastily incite strife, and the subsequent widespread instability will quickly drive humanity to its doom.

The short, naïve tales you told evolved and matured with me.  I can't share them with you now in the same naive way that you did back then.

be gentle.
be sweet.
be kind.
be grateful.

Could I be the unopened package holding the dreams of others? Is it mine now, or will someone later come and claim it?

After lifting a person over the reach of his wisdom, cravings have the ability to push anyone who is unguarded to their destructive force down a steep precipice of sorrows.

You can seek for forgiveness from others if you can forgive your own sins.

You wouldn't do it, so I broke my promise.

In order to make money, everyone travelled to faraway lands. To live, though, I remained here.

Why did you take away the joy you provided me while staying away by drawing closer to me?

Hope for a few happy moments in life.

A few things that were anticipated by a strong will happened quickly afterward to reinforce this belief.

But life never follows the course you expect it to, and it took many detours and turns for me to lose faith in it.

Since life must fulfil the dreams of every individual who is a part of it, it takes its own course.

I was looking forward to your next visit, but what you said to me as you departed ruined my anticipation. By being silent for a short while, I believe you could have spared both my excitement for your next trip and my only source of drive to carry on living.

The solution you offered me is like a fruit that looks beautiful on its outside but is inedible on the inside.

Truth makes conscience queasy.

As the foot gently caressed each grain of earth, I could feel life flowing through every cell in my body.