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.

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

Except for you, everything I have is yours.

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.

The majority of us have arrived with our baggage containing happiness sent to another location.

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

When friendship becomes a yearning for everything else, the yarn of friendship will fray.

Why should I tell lies when my truthful utterances are also taken as lies.

One who is patient does not lose.

Are we living or leaving life?

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

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

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.

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.

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

When beauty fails to ******.

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

My heart's lamp of hope has 
been extinguished. 

The storm of pa­in is still 
raging inside it.

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

Life on the boil

Turn it off.

Ego , To myself, am I visible?

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

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

A digging mind never experiences peace

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

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

Waited for a good day,
endlessly, and I became ripe
and sweet like a fruit.

Now, the ants are biting me
for dessert, a stinging end
to my patient wait.

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.

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

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

God miniaturised.

Polyglots must have a strong epiglottis.

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.

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

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

The Sun never takes back the rays he sends out.

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

Just because you are happy, days won't double, nights won't triple.
Everything will remain the same.