Bees swindle the flower.
Violence robs peace.

Except for desire, everything in our
body decays.

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

Charging cows and a foggy head.
A plunge into a stinking gutter.
Unconcerned cows gently go.
An ascent from hell with legs covered in filth.
A return trip home, newly purchased sandals gone from stench-oozing legs, intense embarrassment, and bewildered looks from passersby. The embarrassment is just as strong today as it was back then.

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

Home.
Room.
Mind.


Everything is empty.

Ego , To myself, am I visible?

A constellation of stars wilted under your lone gaze.

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

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

Everyone had congregated.
Some performed.
Others were rewarded.

Don't rest your life on my dislocated shoulders.

Your life will be unstable for ever.

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

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

Keep a glimmer of hope for tomorrow's snowfall.

Fragments of morality are being carried away by winds of hatred while we gorge on travesty, day and night.

He had a great desire to say the unsayable, and he used poetry to not only fulfill that desire but also to make it appear palatable.

Poetry is a perfect interlude for joining two bad ends of life.

Let peace unfold.

Where truth is rife, life is heaven.

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

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

I once had someone explain to me what happiness and hardship are in life. After that, I began to live in that way.

life now is a harsh reality,

an enjoyable memory later.

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.

The praise you received was too heavy to wear.

I know your soul is overwhelmed, burdened, and lost in glare.

Now you stand here, stripped of any will to dare.

Lost in the echoes of adulation, beyond care.

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

She asked " for you what is left to be discovered in life"

I said " just you".

Renegade thoughts broke the rationality barrier once more, shattering pearls of wisdom like trapped echoes shattering conches.

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

Time melts pain

A forgotten flower,
once adored, now left to wilt,
lonely and unseen.

Annihilation Invited.

A future conflict's battle tapestry is ready. Surprisingly, rather than depicting badly mangled bodies of fallen soldiers, it depicts the high value that people at the time placed on conquests that resulted in territory gains for the victor at the cost of large human lives.

He stood there,
Staring up at the sky.
It looked like
his own confused
Mind.

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

Who is the witness to a fake life?
Do the people we live with resemble the images in our hearts?

Not right? Get rid of it, with swift conviction.
With newfound clarity, embrace the dawn of a new vision.

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

Eyes hold tales untold.
Melancholy image stays.
Life's frailty revealed vividly.

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

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

A person's anger, which is the product of enduring years of humiliation, finally transforms him into a source of infinite compassion.

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 you told me that you are leaving me for the good, I cried for no reason.