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

Another night has arrived, reminding us of the passing of our childhood, youth and middle age. But it has given us the ability to cry out alone in the dark.

All difficulties have been resolved, and life has returned to its natural state of green... yeah, I was just reading the last sentence of a borrowed novel.

People will abandon you once their legs gain strength.

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.

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

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.

His comments, which were cloaked in philosophical connotations, successfully masked his murky past from his trusting and gullible followers.

When death became absurd, life became a farce.

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

An ornamentation of the soul by the human spirit.

The spirit fell into the speech trap. The torrent of words roused the senses, and a yearning for celebration began to grow in the mind. When the thought of this significant occurrence crossed the mind, the two forks of that desire stopped on the tip of the tongue.

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

Don't talk of the present.
It's too bad.
Leave it.

Even hope is incurably sick.

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

It rained nonstop.
Then there were floods.
Mudslides rained in, wreaking havoc.
People began to wonder why nature destroys itself in order to destroy them.

We are mere punctuations,
in this vast sea of existence.
Little dots, seeking meaning
in each line of life’s narrative.

I am a failure till next success.

Despite my reservations, you have often stated that we are two sides of the same coin.
So why can't I see your face on it right now?
I strongly believe that in order to destroy anything that I perceive to be an ideal, you removed the side of the coin that bore your face.

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

Waited, yearning for your arrival. 
A life's wait, a timeless dream. 
But the words of dissonance you shared with everyone about me tarnished my worth beyond repair. 
My life is in ruins amidst your scorn.

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

I am ready to come off worse in any situation, for your sake.

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

Life is a continuous struggle from the opening cry to last breath.

Fate is non negotiable, but I trust it

Polyglots must have a strong epiglottis.

Worldly things are food
for the mind, feeding desire.
Silence nourishes soul.

In this game of life, unequals square off, powerless, their future forever entwined in the unfettered might of evolution's reign.

A world of equals, a transient fantasy lost in the depths of an infinite stream, fades away at the embryonic stage, giving birth to a fate of conflict and death.

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

"Let the breath depart, but not poetry."

When I tried to flush my mind to get rid of your memories, they began to overflow and contaminate every cell in my body.

Speech is the clumsy distortion of silence.

In the supreme court of the heart, whatever arguments the brain makes, the decision of the mind will be final.

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

If you receive humiliation with equanimity of mind,  you will
soon earn merit for receiving
felicitation.

What does it mean to live in a perfect world?

Even crocodiles see Buddha in their dreams.

I am lucky that I live on earth when
you all live on earth.

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

Life is a postponement of the inevitable denouement.

Every word you said about me was beautiful, but it would have been better if they had come from your heart.

Except for you, everything I have is yours.

Why do we painstakingly write our stories on a blank sheet of paper called life, which eventually self-immolates without remorse?

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

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

My heart's lamp of hope has 
been extinguished. 

The storm of pa­in is still 
raging inside it.

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