Desires slay shame and regret, filling life with guilt.

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

speech is a service that can heal the world.
So let it be sweet and true, always.

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

There is still a lot more to say.
There is still a lot more to listen.
There's still a lot more of everything to come.
Wait please...

Nobody will give up on themselves and talk well of others.

God is online. Login using soulful internet connection.

Sun, please allow me to apply sunscreen on your scorching face so that you won't bake us to death with your hot, blistering rays.

The most magnificent Sun rise one could ever witness is the small red sphere hanging over the HP notification bell.

He was a silent pickle
that exploded when
squeezed on the tongue.

Want to control your

Monkey mind?

Don't feed thoughts

to it.

Strangulate it with

Silence!

You claimed that the drawing I made of you had no soul. I'm sorry to say that it isn't even present in the actual person.

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

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

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

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

The pauses you took were more soothing to me than your speech.

Even the most powerful dictators are terrified by the sound of utensils falling in the kitchen late at night.

Our emotions are all the same, with the exception of their proportions.

We are like the Moon.
We have many faces.

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

In the course of a quick journey from mud to mud, why is there a thud...thud beat in the chest cavity? Is it a reminder of the passage of time?

Several blunders lead to a single victory.

Everything in this universe serves as your temple of worship.

Everywhere I turn, I only see your beautiful creations.

Fear mongering mind.
Dreams forever filled with fright.
Life devoid of peace.

I can hear the grunt of a mighty bull  inside my mild mind, often.

Rains were nature's apologies for her tears.

It doesn't matter what started the war. It matters whether war was necessary for the stated cause.

In the tea shop on the corner of one's own street, one is a legend.

When you rejected the gift I brought you, it stayed with me as a memento of your contempt.

When you are a castaway, no one will come looking for you unless they are lured to you by the deception they may play on others.

I invested my love with you because you promised me that you will return it with compund interest.

Alas, you have fled with my capital leaving me bankrupt.

You become that with which you identify yourself in all facets of life.

People that pass me on the street appear to be more unique than I am.

Most great spells will be broken by mediocre incidents.

I used a time machine to travel to the edge of the universe in order to escape any trace of life or matter, but I smelled your body odor there!

Living as a contradiction in the midst of contradictions

You will see other stars only after the Sunset.

Doubts masquerade as fears, stalking a vulnerable mind.

Your radiant smile sparked a rainbow in the night sky.

I mistook the snake for a rope,
luckily it was dead.

We are rodents eating poisonous
bait, day after day, till it consumes life.

You told me that a torch and scotch are all that is needed to start a new life.

Now everyday, at midnight 12 o clock, the torch burns brightly while I sip scotch slowly, dreaming about a new life at day break.

You words have indeed come true!
Prophetic, aren't they?

Wear time instead of carrying it; it will be lighter on you.

Seeing you first thing in the morning is like opening the door to good luck.

The breath of divinity.

The mood of life below was reflected in the weird geometrical shapes spun by the clouds in the sky.

You can seek for forgiveness from others if you can forgive your own sins.