Nature's colourful expression!

Faulty steps
but laced with
conviction,
destination reached.

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.

Little steps
Big dream
A growing chasm.

Do you have the heart of a child?
Then life is a child's play!

Swim with the tide if you want to go far in life!

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

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

Life is but a taste of eternity.

Poetry glows like rolling lightning that has been kissed by the crown of the snow-covered peak when it successfully conveys the emotions that are buried deep inside the heart.

The lines that were penned for you have melted away. The heart still remains hard..

Science strutted its stuff by enhancing and extending human life. Its glory, however, was short-lived when its own inventions led to the extinction of human civilisation.

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

Dreams of hardened characters disrupt ritualised sleep.
Tough characters torment the inescapable life awake.
It's hard to live life without feeling it.

I'm terrified to hear your words now that I've heard your thoughts.

Actions performed in the present are transformed into future experiences.

I'm not sure why, after promising to show me the path, you raced away, leaving me to find the rest on my own.

Who are you still waiting for?
Everybody came and left.
They abandoned you here.

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

Much of life is spent zigzagging through thoughts.

To save you from embarrassment, I smothered my unhinged laughter, but you made it look like a major gaffe on my part.

You came into my life as a cool breeze, but quickly turned into a headwind, halting my progress. I've now turned into a tailwind for you.

Trance attuned.
Silence echoed.
Divinity restored.

I couldn't figure out what your intense gaze on my portrait revealed to you about myself that I didn't know.

What matters is what you have accomplished, not what you have arrived for.

Our love was doomed to fail because your silent mechanical heart could never produce the kind of emotions necessary for love to blossom between us.

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

Bees swindle the flower.
Violence robs peace.

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

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

Lest your sleep suffers a snag at midnight.

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

Belief is wealth.

When you spurned my offer of a life together, which was more rewarding to you than it was to me, you demonstrated that you do have free will.

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?

I never take a position on anything since the earth is always spinning.

A constellation of stars wilted under your lone gaze.

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

I told you exactly what I wanted to say.
Leave it to me to deal with it if you don't like it.

Let my poetry reflect your tribulation. Let my tears trickle out through your eyes.

Everyone had congregated.
Some performed.
Others were rewarded.

Sometimes, even writing
Poetry seems like an act
of survival.

Life is a monotonous drill.

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


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

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

Friendship flourishes between those who can successfully cover up each other's flaws.

Last benchers are more likely to become poets, because they dream big about their future while the present is surreptitously slipping away from them!