Life is a farewell tour.
Every day we say farewell
to something.

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.

Born and die we are,
No one is superior or inferior.
Equal in the end.

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

What grabs the eye is transient, but what grabs the heart is eternal.

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.

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

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

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.

The prettiest gift you ever gave me was a garland made of your smile pearls.
Nothing ever compares to it.

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

He hit a raw nerve when he said          
" I fight against all forms of discriminations in the society", which  everyone knew he was actively promoting.

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

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

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

Like a hungry lion you trailed me, but quit when you saw my pride.

Walked, with purpose, into fire's embrace,unfettered.
Unfazed by the cat calls tossed my way.
Fear, a vanquished foe, lost its trace,
Lingering presence of failure held no sway.
The outcome, a vicious tempest,  ceased to chase,
in the depths of experience it dissolved without a trace.

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.

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

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

The world is colored by the mind. But does the mind see its own color?

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

Thoughts crisscrossed my mind like overcrowded commuter trains, but I opted not to ride on them.

Seeds planted in dark
Seeking light but cannot find
Know not their own self.

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

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

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

Only humans write poetry, it's true,
while everything else is an expression of it.

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

Life is a monotonous drill.

Everything, excluding your unlicensed smile, is gloomy.

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

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.

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

Waited for a good day,
endlessly, and I became ripe
and sweet like a fruit.

Now, the ants are biting me
for dessert, a stinging end
to my patient wait.

When your sugar is low, don't write poetry.
It will not have a sweet flavour.

Is it ;

Breaking the news
       Or
Breaking the peace?

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

Within my mind, all the climate calamities encountered outside are simulated. I'm compelled to bear both.

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.

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.

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.

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

Lest your sleep suffers a snag at midnight.

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

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

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