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

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.

The cloud of suspicion thickens.
The trust connection has been
se­vered.
The innocent fingers of a crazy man
hit the destruction button.
The Sun's light is obliterated by dense
smoke.

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

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

You bestowed the gift of memory upon me, and they now proudly adorn my soul as a timeless treasure. If you have any more such gifts, don't keep them to yourself; I'd love to wrap them around my soul and illuminate you as well.

Your sudden burst of affection for me, resembles a volcanic erruption, won't last long.

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

An addict never cares for the verdict.
He keeps his addiction as it gives him
timely benediction.

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

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

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

Learn to live in the absence of your own presence.

One who is patient does not lose.

Thoughts Fermented
Creativity wept.
Life didn't respond
to the call of destiny.

There are many forms to a lie.
But truth has only one form.

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

Words woven with care
Poetry reaches within.
Touches the heart's depth.

You cannot lick your own tongue

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.

He received less endorsements from the people because his physical traits did not complement the art he was pursuing.

Fate rules by coincidence.

When the bitter unripened fruit inside the dark cavity was filled with love that drifted in the blood, it ripened and became delicious.

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.

The absence of a roof over my head is not a disadvantage because I can see the stars while dreaming.

When rivalry grows old
it matures into chivalry.

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

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

Become a poet when your prayers
fail to stir the heart of God.

A token effort to fill a life that is empty.

Your similing eyes shone like a beacon
to my tear-streaked, wandering eyes.

My poems are like
butterflies

Only some are
beautiful

but all float
in the air
Majestically!

Heart touching musical score.
Entranced audience in tears.
God crying in their souls.

When you don't acknowledge others' role in your life, you're denying your own existence.

Human civilization has reached the
business end of its existence.

The wind is blowing hard today.
The straggling clouds have come together to cover the sky, leaving an imposing gloom in their wake. Fear shakes people's lives. They are unaware that nature simply pours—it doesn't wail.

Thank you. Please come again.

When the earth churns,
our stories churn with it.

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

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

Feelings are armed invaders who plunder peace of mind.

Everytime, only one false step separates you from reality.

His roving mind
settled on the driftless
soul
Creating a timeless bliss.

A butcher's knife isn't a serial killer.

Never does any one get the world completly for himself.

Fight, struggle, or plot, but remain with the lot. 
We are the ingredients of life with a unique flair. 
When we blend well, we make life a beautiful piece of art.

Words flow endlessly,
from my heart, cannot break free.
Trapped in poetry.

Everything, even me in your mind, is pure.