Blue sky above
Blue sea below
in between
Blue sensations.

We are travelling quickly on a path that is blind to our misery.
We believe that destiny will unfold itself.
Our goals change, and so does our path.
Nothing appears to be close to where we want to be. But we keep moving.

Ironies nested together in one place.

Your soulful smile washed away all the bad luck in my life.

I initially didn't understand what you said, but after a while I realised it was measured. It now seems excessive.

In my mind, Dad's memory and the camera he gave me as a child have merged into a beautiful picture.

May our verses sow seeds of kindness and care.

And let compassion be a reward we all can share.

The twig and the fig formed a twinning and became snooty.

Filled with delight.
There were no obvious causes.
Around me, it felt like joy was everywhere.
Life seemed straightforward for a moment.
I know these feelings are ephemeral, though, deep down.
But it is difficult to understand why we sometimes feel such jolts of emotion.

The world becomes apparent when the unlit eyes receive the visionless light.

kept humming your words of dissonant. Now it warms my heart every day.

Your silence was a direct infliction of harm on my mind.

You could have used any other direct form of violence to settle scores with me.

You chose to hit me where it hurts most.

Hey, What an incredible moment!
I wanted to exclaim, at least once.
That was my  only wish,
but it never came!

Knowledge borrowed from others need not be returned.

What my eyes saw, I kept them hidden in my heart, until I could see them through my inner sight.

Silence is a prayer.

Can't stay on the run forever,
It's time to tie the knot with life.

I won't have any problems if you forget about yourself.
If you forget about me, my existence becomes meaningless to you.

Your ephemeral presence in my life was enough to make me wonder why society views long term relationships as a reflection of an individual's life accomplishment.

Green color enveloped the nature.
Air covered itself in mist.
Sky played hide and seek with clouds.
Mesmerised people looked on all three elements of nature in awe.

Tokenism reduces ideals to inanimate things.

For wealthy people, life is for sale.

Every time I saw you, I saw a carnival of violence in your eyes.

It is a celebration of life if human involvement allows any living organism that makes the most feeble attempt to exist to survive.

Life is a never ending stream of placebo dreams.

In order to maintain its holiness and continuous appeal, life deviously hides grim images from the majority of its members.

Poetry is the voice of my soul.

Regaining a sense of your true self through awakening a latent consciousness and letting go of regrets about the past—which was a necessary step toward its fruition—is what realization is all about.

The bombs that didn't explode on the battlefield weren't malfunctioning, but their inert consciousness saw that destructive power alone couldn't bring peace to ignorant humans.


Let us ***** a memorial to unexploded war bombs.

Life's magic gone now.
Small stage, characters crowd,
weary viewers watch,
Tricks repeat, no spark.
Life has lost it's spell.

Love happens once
but disagreements about it
occur frequently.

Because it always seeks eternity !

All feelings are out of date.
The year alone is new.
The aches are all very old.
The year alone is new.
The dreams are all outdated.
The year alone is new.
Every wish is out of date.
The year alone is new.

Sun and Moon wished to swap their positions.

I scoffed at their idea.

I told them that, in addition to the devastation of the world, it will also result in the irreversible destruction of my poetic creativity, which I believe, is untenable.

They decided to maintain status quo.

Is perplexity embedded in the mind the source of poetry?

I love myself because my life is filled with love.

A cheerful  face spills life.

I also get sun exposure.
Everyone can see me clearly.
Human sight makes distinctions, not light

In the same way that the dark night sky is neglected in favour of the bright moon on a full moon day, human society ignores facilitators in favour of performers.

Weapons create war.
War brings destruction.
Peace is born from understanding and love.

Where is the injustice if he who begets is born?

When the hearth is kindled by rage,
it sets the cloud on fire.

Don't wear life.
For it clings to you from birth to death.
It's etched with tales of triumphs and woes. When it's on you, it entices you to dance with passion, embrace the strife,until we stumble down, to the silent ground.

The ageless mirror is sick of looking at my ageing face.

You're amazing because you walked down the aisle of my heart without interrupting the flow of my feelings.

I live with your stories retold in my head over and over.