Now, only in art peace resides.

A failed quest.
Continued silence.
Brewing resentment.
Romance with life ends.

Life beyond the poetic realm.
Sinking into silence, an emotional free fall.
Ebbing away the final sigh of poetry.

When dreams betray life, it appears to be all too real.

What can you salvage from a stale life?

Love is blind but not deaf.

For a long time, I didn't speak to you because I believed that silence would allow us to better understand each other's lives.

The purpose of life is not merely the fulfillment of dreams, which have a limited objective and dimension, but the culmination of a journey at the point where it began, decisively.

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

The dawn sky was adorned with surreal clouds that inspired life-weary eyes. The clouds expanded through the sky as the day progressed, quickly becoming destructive and disrupting life on a laboured stroll.

I can't seem to discover half of the missing piece in my life of travel and storytelling.

A quick descent into madness.
A reckless error in judgement.
No turning back the hands of fate.

If you don't want to remain a peripheral figure in this place, provide some indication of where you plan to leave your mark.

Life ultimately has no taste.

Worries as a wage,
from the choices we have made,
heaviness in heart.

Happiness as a reward,
guided by our senses, keen
in fleeting, clamouring.

When he rested his perniciousness-filled head on it, the dead stone awoke and dived into a ravine.

Hey, what happened in a moment?
I lost sense of your presence.
I have never experienced anything like this.
Losing myself in an emotional void.
I have to figure out this before I loose sense of my being again.

Insight is absent from desire.
Sin is blind.
Pain is merciless.

Your eyes unwittingly revealed that what you said about yourself, confidently, while keeping your hand on your chest, was not true.

When one seeks the absolute, he or she discovers something that is a part of it.

Less of world within.
More of pure soul shining bright.
True self emerges.

Be genuinely you.
Be one with everyone.
Everyone has the same goal.
Eyes that see are different.

New thoughts swarmed over the dead as the day rose from its slumber.
Life unveiled its scarred familiar face as light gently kissed the secluded soul.

May our hater's dwell only in our hearts.

Recycled thoughts frequently burst through mental cracks. Unpleasant recollections flood the mind.
Self-defeated souls' shadows are still menacingly following. The waves of the long-contained bitter memories crash into life, unexpectedly. Without  a worthy reason, the present becomes the past.

I had no idea what they knew.
I didn't want to know what they knew.

If I had known that you hoard everything and don't use it, I wouldn't have given you my affection.

You didn't say anything before leaving. Your eyes, on the other hand, clearly communicated to me about your next move.

I'll come like a humming breeze if you call me in hushed whispers.

He de-recognised his mind since it generated thoughts that had worth of litter.

Success comes after you tell it loudly

" I am not afraid of failure"

They needed my presence, yet I was treated as intangible.

How beautiful those days were, when we sat together and shared our sorrows and joys.Life's simplicity had bound our hearts together, and happiness was engrained in it. Only remembrance makes us feel the joy of it now, though not totally.

Anything except our deaths can be outsourced.

I twisted air in my palm and flung it at you. Like a seductive twister, you gulped it down and charged at me. I'm perched perilously on a branch. Life has been thrown off kilter.

It seems we have slipped from a dream to a nightmare.

Is it ;

Breaking the news
       Or
Breaking the peace?

Eyes, Why is the beauty that isn't yours making you blind?

Even though I have been conversing with my mind for a very long time, we are still not friends.

Intelligence blinds,
Crises we inflict overwhelm,
Doom awaits us all.

If you ask me, I will dry the Atlantic Ocean and offer Titanic as a gift to you for undertaking a voyage together.

The mind saw all that the eyes couldn't see.
The soul saw all that the mind couldn't see.
The soul saw only the soul itself.

Why has everyone now built a fence around their heart? Do they know who is not welcome there?

We all show merely fabricated emotions, while our actual emotions are exiled.

Don't follow me;

I'm chasing my dreams.

Why does the wind we breathe not make us feel like one? Why does the gravity that holds us to the ground not make us feel like one? Why don't the sun's rays, which make us visible, make us feel like one? Why doesn't the water we all drink make us feel like one? Why is it that death, which we all eventually face, does not make us feel like one?