Actions performed in the present are transformed into future experiences.

Act.

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

Trance attuned.
Silence echoed.
Divinity restored.

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

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

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

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.

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!

Those who leave us for no reason are also born without reason.

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

Everyone had congregated.
Some performed.
Others were rewarded.

Let my words fill the empty spaces, fill the eyes that perceive light in the darkness, even if they don't shine or inspire.

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

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

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

A constellation of stars wilted under your lone gaze.

Bees swindle the flower.
Violence robs peace.

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.

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

Is it okay if I use your chilli impulses in the flour I use to make my poetic pakodas?

Belief is wealth.

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.

Your heart, though weak,
beats regularly arrythimacallly,
Not out of love for me,
but out of fear of its death.

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

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

While I wait for your smile to blossom into a flower so I can pluck it from your face and place it on mine, it has remained a bud.

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

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

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

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

The devious mind hides itself.

Time melts pain

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.

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

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

Keep a glimmer of hope for tomorrow's snowfall.

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

The majority of us are trapped in the sediments of our memories and will never be able to escape from there for the rest of our lives.

A big exhalation.
Time turned on.
Life awoke.

My decisions are broken stances.

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

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.

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