The richness of silence is speech's poverty to the intellect.

If I could meet someone who is just like me, I would be able to live the life of my dreams once more.

One bitter word you uttered poisoned the entire pool of pristine thoughts in my mind.

In the same way that rain sometimes eludes dense clouds,
poetry sometimes eludes my mind, bursting with imagination,
leaving me yearning for heavenly inspiration.

After hearing your words, I feel relieved. I am not responsible for your misunderstanding of me.

Untamed and fierce, the fire's fury consumes everything it touches, but it is subdued by a tranquil, unwavering body of water in an embrace of peace.

When war is used to exact revenge,
all the participants, including the adversary, become innocent victims.

When one's grip on life begins to slip, one begins to wonder if the things on which one's name is written are indeed his.

When doubt grows in strength, it takes on the appearance of truth.

When truth becomes frail, it dons the disguise of doubt.

The dud took the bait.
Drove his troops
inside the enemy land.
Blind faithed troops
pillaged gold and money.
The god father waited for
his time to act.
Act he did by calling
the invasion
an act of aggression on a sovereign empire.
It was too late for the
dud to reverse his stand.
God father captured the dud
using his almighty force
and hanged him.
The dead body of the dud
fell to the ground with a thud.
The God father received a thundering ovation and the *****.

Hope for a few happy moments in life.

A few things that were anticipated by a strong will happened quickly afterward to reinforce this belief.

But life never follows the course you expect it to, and it took many detours and turns for me to lose faith in it.

Since life must fulfil the dreams of every individual who is a part of it, it takes its own course.

A smile so bright,
Joy in every curve,
Verse blossomed on face.

He had been deafeningly silent since birth. His worried parents had given up hope that he would ever speak. But when the enlightened Guru asked him "who are you?" Finally, he opened his mouth and unhesitatingly said, "I am the eternal silent spirit".

Poetry is the light that transcends life and death.

Since then, the darkest memories of your life that you discarded before leaving me have been circling me.

One last quick look at the text that will be printed. It appears like a good job was done.
a surefire path to notoriety and ubiquity. A constantly self-centered mind slowly begins to consider eternal stardom while it is still considering the effort that has to be done to get there. It ultimately reaches the unforgiving people, who throw it aside like a pile of *******. I've come to understand that life revels in fantasy while being miserable in reality.

It was seen.
It was read.
It was left.

I live in a mirror less  house because I believe that my face is just a superfluous projection of my inner beauty.

Only God and the devotee are on an even footing.

Since human imagination has no wheels it cannot be stopped with breaks.

Finally, at the end of this drama
me and my shadow will unite.

God is where your heart is.
Life is where your mind is.

Your untimely outbursts in the class, which you called "philosophical flares," actually added luster to your lectures because they served as a key for your students to access their memories of their time with you after they graduated.

When the Sun's baby rays kissed the sad flowers, it brightened their spirits, and they joyfully filled the air around them with fragrance once again.

When emotions that needed to be
alive mixed with lifeless promise­s, 
the result was a massive let down.

I took refuge in your heart not because it was empty, but because it was devoid of you.

Your part of me is dead.
Only my part of you is alive.

You offered me a smile that wasn't like the kind you give when you see someone; it was like an invitation to spend the rest of my life with you!

Failures will be ultimately judged,
regardless of who caused them and when.

Everything is felt, yet nothing exists in concrete space. To feel real becomes an awkward plight.

I'm tired of living in a predator vs. prey world.
How often can you become prey?

Conchs of divine hearts are emitting mellifluous songs from the heavens, transported by winds of devotion. Sullen souls unfurl like flowers gently stroked by the sun, and joyfully float in the air like young birds on their maiden flight.

Let all of our thoughts and deeds be indescribable. The source of excellence is mystifying mastery.

The dominant trait, shared by all universally.
Events unfold, reflecting the dominant trait, binding, and felt by mankind.

The mind trapped in an illusion drifts out of control in the opposite direction of reality, like a dry leaf in a storm.

His nimble hand has begun to remove the pictures he sketched many millennium ago.

A transient feeling.

I don't care what the mind thinks since I am aware that I am not the mind.

While I wait for you interminably, I have transformed into a monument to your memories.

I tumbled down the sky like a space scrap after you tossed me out of your orbit, plunging into a sea of despair.
Although I don't see any lifeboats approaching, sharks have picked up on my scent.

As we dance towards the precipice of self-betrayal, the end of humanity looms.

Stars are the shining pauses in the story about me and you that is being written in space.

Not in modern news sources, but in mythical writings, wars make for interesting reading

Desires slay shame and regret, filling life with guilt.

You will see other stars only after the Sunset.

Vigorously croaking frogs with a crush.
Dark clouds' enlarging shadow.
Values and possessions are washed away by raging flood.

Is it a sign of good fortune if you recover something you lost in life in a dream?

For, in times when fairs seem scarce and wars persist, unyielding, how can love and compassion endure when darkness tries to engulf us?

Conflicts exist in human society with the sole aim of conquering other people's land and freedom.