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

God miniaturised.

My heart's lamp of hope has 
been extinguished. 

The storm of pa­in is still 
raging inside it.

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.

One who is patient does not lose.

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.

I'm choking to death because the last word I wanted to utter before you left is still lodged in my throat; please come back and remove it, fast.

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.

Deforestation, pollution, urbanization ..... human war against nature

Famine, floods, earth quakes ....
Nature's war against Humans.

Polyglots must have a strong epiglottis.

Are we living or leaving life?

The Sun never takes back the rays he sends out.

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

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.

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

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

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.

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

Retinopathy
Neuropathy
Nephropathy
Myopathy
Cardiopathy

Unworthy­.

Trustworthy
Creditworthy
Sympathy
Thankworthy
Noteworthy

Prai­seworthy.

When beauty fails to ******.

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

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

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

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

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

At the least, smile once.
Nothing you can give me is more precious than your soul-calming smile.

With our ingenuity, we will obliterate ourselves.

Why your shadow came to seek my love?

I want to meet the real you.

I meant the distance to travel between my heart and your heart when I said "space expedition."

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.

As a prison, silence is.

One never stays in it who surpasses our imagination.

Do not be hesitant to speak the truth, even in front of those who have showered you with accolades.

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

Feelings are armed invaders who plunder peace of mind.

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

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.

Uncontested Capitulation.

Is it enough if the light of the full moon falls on a bare cloud?

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

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

It is impossible to say goodbye to fate.

There is no use in searching for significance in life because neither its beginning nor its conclusion were authorised by you.

I heard you call out my name loudly. But I did not answer because I have a deaf heart.

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

I didn't change for the better as a result of your silence; instead, I became more resistant to the change you wanted.