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

There should be a pure heart behind the hands of charity.

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

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

When luck and fate sing the same melody in celebration of our hard work, our dreams become a reality.

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.

Though human's are mortal, the most incredible thing is that everyone goes about his life as if he or she is  going to be alive forever.

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Unworthy­.

Trustworthy
Creditworthy
Sympathy
Thankworthy
Noteworthy

Prai­seworthy.

Except for desire, everything in our
body decays.

To avoid a dismemberment of friendship, strike nails on the words simmering with rage about to tumble off your tongue.

Thank you. Please come again.

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

I said " just you".

I accomplished nothing.
It is an accomplishment to accept that.

I'm sorry, but the life you're looking for doesn't exist.

I din't know why you smiled.
But I lived extremely happily for sometime thinking that you smiled at me.

You become the undying spirit of nature and humanity when you stand alone, fully grounded in your principles and free of societal acceptance.

You've slammed the door to my heart so many times that it's finally come loose. Strangers are now entering my heart in droves.

An emotional brew of rage and depression..
Isolation, but karma is after you.
Reconciliation with destiny, but Life is unwilling to go along.
Faced with foes and left to one's own devices.
The verdict is still out: failure.

A digging mind never experiences peace

Are we living or leaving life?

There is no fight for life.
It was a no-strings-attached deal.
Devious eyes jolt a slumbering mind
Myth engulfed existence as emotions plummeted out of sync.

Polyglots must have a strong epiglottis.

A writer, I am. Every time I pick up a pen to write something, I get the munchies.

When beauty fails to ******.

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

My heart's lamp of hope has 
been extinguished. 

The storm of pa­in is still 
raging inside it.

God miniaturised.

When you agreed to help me,
I doubt, it was a decision you took without any hesitation.

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

Life on the boil

Turn it off.

The sweet memories you gave me for preservation have turned bitter because you flavoured them with anguish.

My heart is dark since you did not light the lamp in it while lighting others.

Silence is the  hymn of the soul.
It embraces the cosmos, dissolving time and space within its womb to unveil our true nature.

I got the sobriquet
"Poet of the fall"
after my poems
fell to the ground
without life in them.

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

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.

How is it that the ears can hear the mind speak?

Your last ****** expression before departing convinced me that another meeting with you is a pipe dream.

Ego , To myself, am I visible?

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

If you had put the same effort into your poetic endeavors as you did in making me your own, it would have been more worthwhile.

The Sun never takes back the rays he sends out.

With our ingenuity, we will obliterate ourselves.

Agreed.
All mistakes are mine
But you remain the cause.

Why your shadow came to seek my love?

I want to meet the real you.

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

When you told me that you are leaving me for the good, I cried for no reason.

Your simple, sweet, and innocent
handwave gave me joy like no
oth­er thing in the world.

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