For us to be poets, the incessantly silent melody in our hearts must continue.

Let's walk together as far as your legs will take us.

The light in the lamp has the same sanctity in every home.

Sullied vision
Reality masked
Truth distorted
Life twisted
Hearts broken
Strife becomes rife
Tardy souls flee.

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

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

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

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

Eventually all have to surrender to time.

I am my own apparition.

He chose silence where words were necessary.
He chose absence where silence was necessary.

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

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

I am not a frontline revolutionary.
I am a total backstage hypocrite.

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.

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.

Those present had left by the time others arrived.
There was no time to wait for others to arrive.
Nobody was eager to see others in flesh and blood.
Everyone had focused their attention on their own lives.

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

Your radiant smile sparked a rainbow in the night sky.

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

Hey, you egotistical humans, do you realise that it is little creatures, not you, that rule the world?

What matters is  attitude, not dogma.

A swarm of bio active dust.

Pleasure tainted produces a lifetime of regret.

In the land of war, the dead and the living co-exist.

Can we speak one language?

Nay, impossible.

Can we speak in one language?

Say together, it's possible !

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

There is no grandstanding in death.

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

Will your victory  be sweet only if it comes at my expense?

When the human race comes to an end from a calamity manufactured by him, he will take everything along with him.

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

I was elated by the success
but held back by the envy
it produced in others.

How can the heartless distance comprehend the pain felt by those it has separated?

In a dinghy, I packed my desires and sent them out to sea. However, it was returned to me on a stolen ship.

Whatever falls from above has to crawl for a while.

Because I failed to properly incubate my poetic eggs, most of them hatched too quickly and produced dead chicks.

We are like the Moon.
We have many faces.

Because your personal experiences mirrored mine, I became closer to you.

I didn't know that you would come. But I didn't know why I wouldn't exclude that possibility.

Life is a picture painted on the canvas of chaos.

God is online. Login using soulful internet connection.

I didn't tell you about his leaving this place because I didn't think it would affect your feelings.

Sail past all ensnaring memories and forever be free.

Hey, wearing the garb of rich won't make you rich. Your thatched hearth still stands on the field defying strong winds as a  symbol of your life's misfortune.

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?

The seeds that fall to the Earth,
The words that fall on the mind,
will bear fruit either today or tomorrow.

Save my name if you don't have.
Save my time if you don't need it.

The screen is me, the actor is me, and the viewer is me. I'm aware.

Why then do we fuss and agonise?

When within our very selves, the drama played lies?