Silence is a prayer.

Detachment is the path to salvation

Knowledge borrowed from others need not be returned.

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

Ironies nested together in one place.

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

Every day you insulted me.

Today you did not.

I feel very insulted.

Love happens once
but disagreements about it
occur frequently.

Tokenism reduces ideals to inanimate things.

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.

For wealthy people, life is for sale.

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.

Life is a never ending stream of placebo dreams.

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.

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.

Because it always seeks eternity !

Is perplexity embedded in the mind the source of poetry?

Poetry is the voice of my soul.

All feelings are out of date.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.

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

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.

A cheerful  face spills life.

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

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

Where is the injustice if he who begets is born?

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.

I love myself because my life is filled with love.

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.

My mind is unsure whether it is the true mother of its thoughts or merely their surrogate?

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

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

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.

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

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

Let me forget all the pain to make this life my own.
Let letting go of pain become the pleasure of my life.

When stars lose their light, they become sky scars.

The aroma of the coffee I drank in that picturesque village persists in my mind, eclipsing all other memories.

I wasn't looking forward to your 
return because I wasn't upset wit­h 
your absence.