The distance between yourself and the next human encounter is exactly proportionate to the depth of your inner peace.

As I travelled over the badly rutted road of my memories, I encountered my foes, who had been weakened by my absence and were hoping to catch a glimpse of me in order to resume their role.

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

The dead are still talking.
But the living are deaf to their voices.

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.

Everything, even me in your mind, is pure.

Are we living or leaving life?

He sulked because he wasn't born with wings, but soared higher with poetic wings attached to his imagination!

What if the next pandemic
hits food crops?

The problem with life is that,
it never appears to be a hard
earned prize.

All abandoned at once, liberation attained in a trice.

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

Want to control your

Monkey mind?

Don't feed thoughts

to it.

Strangulate it with

Silence!

I thought you'd come to illuminate my house and heart, but instead you lit both on fire and left.

Why do you need to look for inspiration from others?
For the sake of all, become one.

Why you didn't invite me is irrelevant to me.
When you made that decision, I could tell you weren't feeling very warm for me.

Who are you to be attached to anything when you can't truly like or hate anything?

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

Shouldn't we have some unattainable dreams in life?

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

To be upset is to concede.

A master of its own deceit.

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.

When beauty fails to ******.

Peace is walking alone on a path where the dead have been abandoned.

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

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

Garden of laughter on the face.
Flowers with thorn inside.
Tempted Bees, often pricked by the thorn, endured the pain.

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

O, invisible silence, so hauntingly deep, you're a master of disguise.

O, invisible silence, you are like a sharpened knife, causing wounds invisible to the eyes.

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

Did the smile on your face truly come from the heart?

I overcame everything in life
except your haunting memory.

Silence is a gateway to eternity.

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

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.

A digging mind never experiences peace

My distrust of you runs deep
after you banged my head in sleep
and called it an act committed in a terrible dream.

Body shudders like a snow-covered bird,  
But an unwavering voice sends forth signs of desire to survive.

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

We split up despite the fact that there were no actual conflicts between us. We believed that friendship needed some conflicts to survive.

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

Our expressions become prosthetic when we have our emotions amputated.

In the wide embrace of life,
compassion binds our hearts.
We thrive united.

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.

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.

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

A smile epitomises one's personality.

All are created but only few are celebrated.