The silver bolt etched nature's signature in the cloud by streaking a random course through it.

Help given with the expectation of something in return becomes a burden for both the donor and the receiver.

When your peaceful glow made them look like ordinary lamps, stars came down and began walking down the streets.

Act.

Belief is wealth.

Lord, I beseech thee to grant peace to all wretched souls who wander in search of it. Lord, if you do not grant peace to these souls, they will sow seeds of doubt in every heart and cause upheavals in a society riven by unrest.

"Co-existence"

Keep a glimmer of hope for tomorrow's snowfall.

When humanity fail to govern themselves, their ruins will sit on top of them.

When thoughts invade your mind like ghouls on a dark night, how can you trust it?

Bees swindle the flower.
Violence robs peace.

An honour received after pleading is equivalent to slander received without pleading.

Let not the praise of others sway your pure heart's might

Lest your sleep suffers a snag at midnight.

My brief friendship with you is akin to cooking my favorite dish; the flavor lingers long after it has been cooked.

The emptiness that we don't feel.

Convinced was he in the end
that everything that happened
to him was the best that could
have happened.

The shattered walls of that desolate and desecrated city wept, silent witnesses to the ****** of countless innocent children and adults in the war.

I would fain believe that;
I am a two eyed observatory for the ever swelling web of creation.

My heart is overflowing with grief since the dark clouds that arrived from your heart have poured torrents of sorrow into my heart.

Imagination's offspring.

The sirens of ambulances carrying bombing victims lulled children to sleep. Mothers, many of whom were widows, were torn between mourning or thanking the deceased.

A constellation of stars wilted under your lone gaze.

Writing a poem is not challenging, but writing something you appreciate is challenging.

A pet dog, abandoned
in a desolate place,
searches for its
heartless owner.

My finest hour was when you called me to wish me on my birthday that I didn't mind celebrating.

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.

The universe became a diamond speckled ocean of light when the sky turned into glass.

A thousand hugs are worth a single glance from you.
A thousand prayers are worth a single word from you.

The times we are in right now seem to be unusual in certain ways.
You seem to always feel as though something you really needed in life has been lost forever, no matter what you have in life.

My decisions are broken stances.

Every human is just a pile of memories of broken love, shattered dreams, unattained desires, ego, missed opportunities......

Bitter thoughts arise,
But words of peace prevail, modes
Change, conflict subsides.

A big exhalation.
Time turned on.
Life awoke.

Life seemed to be "one long argument" with you.

That one word you spoke in front of people I care about still stings.

life now is a harsh reality,

an enjoyable memory later.

It is not possible to be free of the mind.
The mind can be a tool for self-liberation.

It's easy to keep moving when the mind is filled with dreams since dreams have no weight.

The time since taking in the breath of life has passed considerably.

To keep ourselves afloat in the abyss of dead experiences has been a difficult battle.

It's time to inject some life and jolts of action into our flagging spirits.

Shall we plunge into a brew of furious spirits that are waiting to devour us?

A delirium-stricken breeze blew through the forlorn trees.
The sound of bristling leaves resonated over the landscape.
Nature was seduced into a  state of trance.

Thoughts Fermented
Creativity wept.
Life didn't respond
to the call of destiny.

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.

All hail the eyes!

no strife has occured on account of misunderstanding caused by the feelings conveyed through the eyes.

Still more, Buddha's closed eyes radiate peace, even now.

Once more, all hail the eyes!

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

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

May we always be seen by those eyes in which we look good.

An addict never cares for the verdict.
He keeps his addiction as it gives him
timely benediction.

Instead of worrying like a human all of the time, try being at peace like the trees for a while.