I'm curious to know whether your own heart listens to God's words when you speak them.

All big speeches sound like the hissing of an empty perfume bottle.

Body shudders like a snow-covered bird,  
But an unwavering voice sends forth signs of desire to survive.

Garden of laughter on the face.
Flowers with thorn inside.
Tempted Bees, often pricked by the thorn, endured the pain.

What if the next pandemic
hits food crops?

I'm not in control of the mind that claims to be in charge of me.

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

A token effort to fill a life that is empty.

You sleep like a fallen edifice on the pillow of my dreams.

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

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

What else is there to say, though? Time has spoken and will continue to speak. Why do I need to be upset? Let life to unfold as it pleases.

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.

Because the promise of a reunion lit up the soul, the agony of a long separation was endured.

Thoughts in fermentation.
The poetic kettle is bursting with an invigorating brew.

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

Why don't we go a little bit further on our walk together? to slightly extend the period of time during which we can savor our lovely memories of life together.

You have ambushed and taken away my feelings.

I am ready to exchange my precious feelings with my riches in-lieu.

Return my precious feelings to me, please,
I need them to complete some poems that are unfinished.

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

I spent my whole life worrying about the impending calamity, completely oblivious to the fact that worry is the worst calamity that can befall a human soul.

The problem with life is that,
it never appears to be a hard
earned prize.

I thought you'd come to illuminate my house and heart, but instead you lit both on fire and left.

Shouldn't we have some unattainable dreams in life?

If we still consider war to be a game, we are regrettably carrying the awful traces of our forefathers' blind quest for supremacy in our DNA.

In the situation I was in, all I wanted from you was a few comforting words rather than your exotic gifts.

When the dust settled, the horror of life in shambles resurfaced.

Your thoughts patrolled my trapped emotions, never allowing them to unfurl.

To be upset is to concede.

Did the smile on your face truly come from the heart?

My distrust of you runs deep
after you banged my head in sleep
and called it an act committed in a terrible dream.

Three children were sitting quietly under a tree.
The silence that surrounding the location astounded me.
For a little while, I forgot I was in the midst of life.

When death became absurd, life became a farce.

If there is faith upon faith, then dread cannot cling to life.

I am a failure till next success.

Out of sheer helplessness, he described all his acts including frequent bursts of uncontrollable empty smiles on his gloomy face, as gaffes.

You cannot hide behind your actions but words....

Everything, even me in your mind, is pure.

Nature's beauty became mine when my poetic eye caught it. With verses inscribed on my soul, I chiseled its beauty into the magnificent fabric of life.

Let us strive to create a world government to end; wars, poverty,
inequality, racism, pandemics etc.

If we cannot feel oness in our hearts
then we does not deserve to call ourselves as humans.

Except for you, everything I have is yours.

I had no idea your heart was a lover's grave yard.

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.

Your puzzled expression at the award ceremony showed the agony you had undergone due to your mental exile from reality, while composing your poetry on occultism.

When friendship becomes a yearning for everything else, the yarn of friendship will fray.

Why should I tell lies when my truthful utterances are also taken as lies.

All of our traits leave us before we die, just as birds abandon a tree before it falls.