The devious mind hides itself.

Changes do not happen swiftly in life, but when they do, they appear to be a sudden occurrence.

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

The song is yours.
The tune is yours,
but the vibe is mine.

Time melts pain

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.

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

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

Fate rules by coincidence.

Ultimately, it's the sincerity of deeds that matters, not the words we utter.

The 'Nero' in me fiddled while people's head burned !

Where truth is rife, life is heaven.

Everything, with the
exception of birth, is
gained by desire.

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.

The blighted nature turned into a brute, and the rude human race perished without a trace!

There are hundreds of reasons to live but just one reason to die. Remove that vexing one reason and live.

Let it go.

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

Sorry, I drew your portrait, but it resembles the person I cherish in my heart.

Put that perspective, many of us seem unimportant to life. Now, let me just say this: a tree without leaves is unsightly and will not survive.

I thus
refute
my existence.

The dirt he had kicked up along the way blocked his view of the past.

My smiles are meant for the happiness of others.
My grief is purely for my own pain.

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

Life is a monotonous drill.

My gaze at you was unintended, but you turned it into a celebration.

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.

Everytime, only one false step separates you from reality.

As I travelled over the badly rutted road of my memories, I encountered my foes, who had been weakened by my absence and were hoping to catch a glimpse of me in order to resume their role.

We believe that someone is in possession of our hearts.

We believe that we are in possession of their goals and dreams.

We believe that the vast majority of people think and live in that way.

When the earth churns,
our stories churn with it.

The dead are still talking.
But the living are deaf to their voices.

Because his mind could never guide him to his true nature, he used it as an enabler.

I stood there with my wings outstretched, ready to soar into the sky of dreams with you, but I failed to notice that my feet were firmly stuck in the muck of attachment.

We live on in other people's minds forever, like priceless or painful memories.

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.

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

Why do you need to look for inspiration from others?
For the sake of all, become one.

Regaining a sense of your true self through awakening a latent consciousness and letting go of regrets about the past—which was a necessary step toward its fruition—is what realization is all about.

All abandoned at once, liberation attained in a trice.

Home.
Room.
Mind.


Everything is empty.

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

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

Why you didn't invite me is irrelevant to me.
When you made that decision, I could tell you weren't feeling very warm for me.

Where should I go?
Why do I go?
if compassion is found in this land.

Mind,
how can you attain freedom
so long you are addicted to
the statu quo.

Peace is walking alone on a path where the dead have been abandoned.

There is no treatment for life's visscitudes, but care is available.

What if the next pandemic
hits food crops?