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

You learn more by travelling than reading books. So keep travelling!

Wars make history rich.
Peace makes civilization rich.

You will see other stars only after the Sunset.

Fear is a creature of the imagination.

Only this moment, not ones that have come before or will follow, is real.

A mind free of regret is immortal.

Our misery comes from our conviction that our luck runs on autopilot and will deliver us good fortune on its own.

Who do you say goodbye to when you finally leave everything behind? Knowing I wouldn't be coming back, I felt it wasn't necessary.
I was resolved not to turn around. The eyes, in my opinion, are only positioned in front of the face to see what is directly in front of them. I continued without being constrained by a past that didn't start with me but rather just happened.

Dating in zero gravity !

Behind the illusory serenity
scores of anquished
souls live in the hope
of liberation.

The motive impacts the vision.

Vision changes when the motive
changes!

For death,all rights reserved.

Who shows the way to lightning?
It always takes its own path but illuminates it.

In the same way, we should not plan anything in life. We should forge our own path, but illuminate it as we go.

I came as gaint waves in your life,
with the intention of gobbling  you.

But you surfed with dexerity and saved your self everytime.

Although I saw you, it wasn't you who appeared, rather your essence, that lingered in the air like a mist smeared with fragrance of a withering flower.

We are reflections,
mirroring each other's souls.
Connected as one.

Birth is the mortal wound from which the soul wants to free itself.

Most minds are like the Moon -they  constantly change their shapes and shades!

Few minds are as constant as the Sun!

Everywhere there are difficult scenes. Life is struggling to keep its meaning for its followers.

Universe is a slowly burning candle.

The intellectual mind was infiltrated by triviality, causing a moral flutter.
He straddled the moral/immoral divide.
The majority of his transgressions went unnoticed.
However, his misdeeds became public after the victims exposed him.
He confessed about them in his autobiography,
which he had to write in order to placate his publishers,
who wanted to profit from his crime-ridden life story.

The conch was blown.
The air vibrated.
The birds spread their wings and took off.
Life began to grind its gears again,  
wars, deaths, and elopements became headlines once more.

Un helpful people at every step.
Not even in dreams, you are not there,
Only you I seek, the radiant.

Commend me for not living long,
but for living with a lacklustre mind.

I did not offer any solutions for
injustices I had identified in human life because I knew that
Ideal is not real.

You can extract gold from a broken rock, but not love from a broken heart.

They sprang to mind.
They came.
They acted strangely.
They courted strangers.

Once upon a time, there was a time when...
It is beyond the power of poetry to express!

Thoughts based on incorrect beliefs within a coarse mind operated as barricades, impeding the flow of knowledge.
Because of the multi-visioned outlook, perceptions did not correlate to reality in the genuine sense.
The heart was pounding with the echoes of the small pleasures that life had bestowed upon it.

Expectation is life's deceitful smile.

We were at odds with each other, but neither of us thought that the mistrust had not already run its course.

The true beauty of poetry lies not in the words alone,
but in the inspiration that nature has sown.

When peace is often violated,
strife becomes the norm.

What is realised is what you are in reality, minus all of the definitions given by the insane worldly creatures.

Your devotee would not suffer from musth if he transforms into an elephant, O Lord.

Life is a picture painted on the canvas of chaos.

Preyed on everyone at young age. Became a prey at old age!

Don't try to rekindle friendships where bitter and tense memories linger.

There lies a tale of long-forgotten friendships, where painful memories still hold fast.

When the mind calms down,
the self emerges.

Love won't come when called.
It's blind.
You have to hold its hand and walk.

We are all held prisoner in someone's thoughts without trial.

Enslaved by unyielding words,
the mind fought for its liberation.
When the battle was lost, there was complete silence.

The sun rays and the wind came whirling in between and giggled as your smile served as a veil.

If everyone only takes the best that is available, life would eventually become a dry straw.

Don't get too cocky, Humans; your intelligence is shielded by brittle armour!

Legs with minds of their own,
Overriding the dictates of a fickle mind,
Guiding us to the right places,
We would find our true destinations.

Your  all encompassing silence
helped me to live through the
noise of my mind.

His memories refused to die in me, and I became a living testament to his life.