A world without time is the same as a world devoid of conscious beings.

We're surrounded by our own
characters.

Nothing will ever be like the past.

A life sentence, without conclusion.

When two hearts moved apart, the schism became a chasm.

It burned my palm when I caught your randomly floating wretched thoughts.

One who shares his woes in a humorous manner usually overcomes it silently.

If born again,
the deep pain
of this birth
will be in vain.

thunder everywhere
thunder everwhere
thunder inside my heart
thunder inside my head
thunder everywhere

thunder in the sky
thunder inside the earth
thunder on the mountains

why i hear this thunder everywhere?

only i hear this thunder or you  too?

does it portend anything, sinister?

again.... i hear the same thunder ...again..

i am going mad..

Face crucified by time.
Mind stabbed by reality.
Life marooned by desires.

Walk lovingly into the crevices of your unpleasant memories so that the bitterness of the past might be replaced with the sweetness of the present.

There is no night without darkness.

Many of the chasms you created in my life are now too big for me to cross.

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

If you're not a gold dust in the desert, stay that way until you're scooped up by the wind and dumped in a gold quarry.

Life appears to be beautiful when viewed on a scale model.

To see you, I came.
In your gaze, I recognised myself.

Neither had time to
meet each other.

When they finally agreed
to meet, time did not agree
to be a witness.

I lament looking at the ruinous
state of my own mind.

"I" is the alien occupying "me".

Life is the final task at hand.

Except for our understanding, nothing needs to change.

Colors shimmer from burning candies, and golden dust is strewn with dark stones.Ignorant eyes find a pattern in chaos.Another spectacular canvas of colours is being plotted by the magician.

If my relationship with my sleep is ruined, my life is ruined.

I am now worthless because of your generosity.

When will we learn to live together?

Didn't you feel compelled to write poetry right now?
Put yourself at ease.
The sun has risen, and it is now day.
At night, the moon will also rise.
Try writing in the moonlight.
Poetry may arise at any time.

The celestial forces drove us into each other's arms, but you used your earthly reasons to push me away.

There is a bustle to claim life as our own everywhere.
However, the spirit of life has abandoned us and disappeared.

If you had used plain, descriptive words in our conversations instead of your cryptic phrases that made no sense in the context, I would have happily lived with you for the rest of my life.

It's a walk in dreams.

You were witnessing the sunset of my life when you arrived. Only a few glimmerings of optimism were all I had to offer.

When we do something we shouldn't.
What isn't supposed to happen, will.

You nearly killed me with the lightning bolts you fired from your eyes.

A life lived in the divine lane is always rewarded with a glorious finale.

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 the world rejects you,
you become blind to it.

I poured my worries into the ocean,
it became sweet.

The tired twig broke.
A lone Leaf went into a free fall.
It softly landed on the ant hole.
A bustling empire descended into permanent darkness.

We are floating debris on the ocean of creation, indistinguishable from one another.

I am happy.
I failed at something
I wanted to succeed at.

His mind would jump out of his eyes whenever they focused on objects of interest.

If you spend too much time with what makes you bloom, you'll wither.

Living in the everlasting hope that one of my dreams, at least, would become true.