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

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.

Let peace unfold.

Walked, with purpose, into fire's embrace,unfettered.
Unfazed by the cat calls tossed my way.
Fear, a vanquished foe, lost its trace,
Lingering presence of failure held no sway.
The outcome, a vicious tempest,  ceased to chase,
in the depths of experience it dissolved without a trace.

The certainty of end quashes discontent with life's inevitability.

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.

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

What if the next pandemic
hits food crops?

When rivalry grows old
it matures into chivalry.

Don't rest your life on my dislocated shoulders.

Your life will be unstable for ever.

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

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

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

To be upset is to concede.

Shouldn't we have some unattainable dreams in life?

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

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.

Except for desire, everything in our
body decays.

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

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

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

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.

Retinopathy
Neuropathy
Nephropathy
Myopathy
Cardiopathy

Unworthy­.

Trustworthy
Creditworthy
Sympathy
Thankworthy
Noteworthy

Prai­seworthy.

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.

Nature's wrath has humbled science, which stands in the shadow of its own flaws.
For Science, blinded by its own achievements, is incapable of healing its own wounds.
So, without pride, let us dwell in our ancient wisdom and strive to re-establish lost harmony with nature in order to perpetuate humanity.

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

When death became absurd, life became a farce.

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

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

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

The thing will finally arrive when you loose sense of what you've been waiting for!

That carefree walk down a bustling street, mind and body unaffected by the world of gains and losses, provided an odd experience.
Nothing appeared to be genuine, but words and money were exchanged with the dread of a dream coming to an end.
The tide of people marched on, unaffected by an unusual soul wading through it.

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.

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.

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.

Every day is a new chapter in the book of life. In it, we're all minor characters. Its backstory is a fiction.
It's a story that will never come to a conclusion.
It speaks for itself, regardless of whether anyone is present or not.

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

Learn to live in the absence of your own presence.

Except for you, everything I have is yours.

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

I said " just you".

She gripped my feet firmly
so that my dream of
soaring into the sky become
a reality.

Seeds planted in dark
Seeking light but cannot find
Know not their own self.

I remained silent.
Words left unspoken, a void.
The situation hushed.

Leave this gloomy world and dwell in that calm, formless world.

People will abandon you once their legs gain strength.