When the earth churns,
our stories churn with it.

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

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

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

Home.
Room.
Mind.


Everything is empty.

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

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.

Within my mind, all the climate calamities encountered outside are simulated. I'm compelled to bear both.

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.

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

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.

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

All abandoned at once, liberation attained in a trice.

Everything, even me in your mind, is pure.

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

Solitude is gratitude for silence filled with serenity.

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

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

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.

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


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

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

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.

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

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.

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.

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

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?

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

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

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

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

To be upset is to concede.

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I didn't like you since your face didn't match the one I had painted in my mind, which I believe is the original.

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

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

When your sugar is low, don't write poetry.
It will not have a sweet flavour.

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.

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.