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

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.

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.

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

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.

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

Home.
Room.
Mind.


Everything is empty.

All abandoned at once, liberation attained in a trice.

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.

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

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.

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.

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

In the void of thought,
Silence cradles the soul's rest,
Peace in stillness found.

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

A token effort to fill a life that is empty.

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

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

Friendship flourishes between those who can successfully cover up each other's flaws.

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

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

What if the next pandemic
hits food crops?

Can a goat follow the same path that an elephant has taken?

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

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

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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

Even after my heart stops beating, the tunes you played on my heart strings continue to resonate.

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

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

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

Shouldn't we have some unattainable dreams in life?

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.

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

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

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

To be upset is to concede.

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

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

When death became absurd, life became a farce.

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

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.

When our hearts stopped communicating with each other,
entire world looked empty and silent.


Life began to slide into an abyss of infinite silence..