Feed me your rage so that I can write sweet poetry about you in my heart that will make your heart sweet again.

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

May our verses sow seeds of kindness and care.

And let compassion be a reward we all can share.

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

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.

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

Silence is a prayer.

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

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

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

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

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

Knowledge borrowed from others need not be returned.

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 smile I stole from you now graces my face, concealing my tears and pain while revealing yours.

For wealthy people, life is for sale.

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.

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.

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

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

Life is a never ending stream of placebo dreams.

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

Love happens once
but disagreements about it
occur frequently.

All feelings are out of date.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.

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.

Because it always seeks eternity !

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

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?

Poetry is the voice of my soul.

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.

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.

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

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

Gotta live here.
Gotta die here.
You have nowhere to go.

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

We cling to what has been drilled into us but not to what has been bequeathed.

Niceties doesn't work in life.

To reach your goal, you have to muscle your way through life.

Where did nature's and humans' tenderness go?

I can see a faint plume of smoke rising from your heart, accompanied by a burnt-flesh odour, which I believe is the result of your remarkable prayer to God to right a world plagued by apathy toward the impoverished.