Don't flee too far out of fear. When the fear is gone, it takes a long time to make the journey backwards.

If you are overly pleased with yourself, keep your source of happiness hidden from others.

Twinkle, but keep a safe distance from everything.

Now, only in art peace resides.

I am peace itself, existing now in bits and pieces of it.

No... no... don't try to paint a picture of our life in rosy terms; we haven't resolved our long-standing disagreements yet.

In the void of thought,
Silence cradles the soul's rest,
Peace in stillness found.

When was the last time we had a sweet conversation?

I fought hard to get you out of my delirium stricken mind.

His indifference was misinterpreted as arrogance by many around him.

He had understood that removing impurities arising in the mind as a result of human interactions was absolutely necessary for divinization of his life.

When everything was over, I wanted to return. But my desire to wait till the end is what came to an end first.

The spark has gone.
Only smoke is rising.

She was willing to tell her story to anyone who would shed a tear for her.

For the majority, fear is the cradle from whence life never emerges.

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

No no....
your unrequited love..
that isn't poetry.

Oh life, you are a wilted flower on the bare branch of undiminished desires.

Sadly, poetry always follows me around like a debt collector. I scribble a line or two here and there out of sheer desperation to divert its constant attention from me.

Everything is time-worn.

I know you were upset when I compared your love to a currency note without a denomination printed on it.

Compassion is the root of every religion.

Silence is gratitude.

Your memories expand in my heart as I listen to your music.

Her broadway smile
sent folks on a
wild goose chase.

One who seeks for his guru's origins never receives wisdom from him, but instead discovers a shambolic tale about his ancestors.

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

Objects lure weak minds.
Strong minds are drawn to objectives.

You wilted because my love was tender.

Life will be rewarding if you have the will to fully appreciate both the challenges and the joys.

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.

The agony is terminable, but not the feelings created by it.

Total success is equivalent to the sum of one's rectified blunders.

The distance between life and death is defined as destiny.

The controversy he sparked raged long after he was gone, like rain droplets trickling down a branch after the rain had stopped completely.
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A yearn to set us free.

Your poetic heart acts as a pacemaker for my slow-thumping heart. Keep your poetry alive, to keep me alive.

Silence is the language of the souls.

Silence has victims.

We are Salmons with four limbs.
We bow to the life cycle by the weight of destiny.

In silence, we write. 
Without feedback, words fall flat. 
Poetry is extinct.

When his love was rejected, he vented his rage by penning romantic songs that only served to entice others to fall in love with him, but he cooly shrugged off their overtures.

As for my identity, that's exactly, the problem.

My smile, which he wore on his face, hardly fitted him well, and it soon fell off, leaving him with a blank stare.

Even in the cemetery, a philosopher will think.

When our hearts stopped communicating with each other,
entire world looked empty and silent.


Life began to slide into an abyss of infinite silence..

Not giving back to others what you have received from them.