Where did nature's and humans' tenderness go?

There was nothing between us

         except

Misunderstanding.

Eyes of the poet,
Seeing worlds beyond our own,
Feelings overflow.

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

Archaic ideas, old vision
What's new to write about and fill your heart with?

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.

If the wellspring of peace is the heart, it radiates.

Once the sun has set,

My mental fortitude wanes.

Mental demons seize control.

Your gaze was poetic
but the smile that followed  
was pathetic.

You must be carried to your final resting place, no matter how long you fly above the sky.

The last flicker of light loses its way in the imploding darkness, heralding triumph for the latter.

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

We will be free one day.

Your belief in me is the only thing you left behind that I still possess.

When breath becomes prayer
God becomes breath.

Why aren't any eyes looking in this direction?
Why aren't more people drawn to this location?
Why are they not intended for this place, exactly?
Why don't they just stop by and take another look?
There is no doubt that if they return, both they and the location will be more alluring.
What was once abandoned must be revisited rather than forgotten.

A single spark ignited the passion.
A single flaw extenquished it.

What happened is the reality, not what was heard or seen.

Corrugated emptiness.
Life is lurching beneath fear.
Loneliness is beseiged by expectations
There was no witness to the demise of dreams.

Don't elaborate; just live.

Darkness needs no companion.

Did you know the reason why the candy I gave you tasted little bit salty?

It contained a few drops of my tears.

Happens when you free yourself from the self you behold.

In my life's journey, I met others who, like me, had lost their way.

When pain becomes unbearable, death becomes a bearable option.

Are our emotions tying us together as humans?

When the faces of humans transform from expressions of kindness to vicious arrogance, it will hastily incite strife, and the subsequent widespread instability will quickly drive humanity to its doom.

"I'm leaving you," she said.

"You're relieving me," he said.

The only thing that had grown dense around him was distrust.

Inside, a straw of bruised feelings is set on fire.
Above the rotting mass of mistrust and slaughter, there is a billowing smoke of desecrated feelings.

It lies within your heart; do not look for the treasure of peace elsewhere. You'll discover it if you seek.

To begin the day, all I see is my own face.

He acquired aloofness as a strategy to keep himself off people's radar, not as a result of any spiritual experience.

Peace cannot be borrowed,
it should be born.

Always smiling and slipping away while flashing slanted glances in my direction. Life appeared transitory, like a floating rainbow about to be dragged out of existence by the darkness of the encroaching night.

A poet gains popularity when he acquires an ability to use words in his poetry that would appeal to both philosophical and non-philosophical readers.

You are the time that swept through my mind, carrying all my dreams with you but leaving the sins of the past behind.

Poets' verbal sparring went almost unnoticed.
Sanguine poetic ideas received the attention they deserved .

Does the mind have a mind of its own?
If so, whose commands are we following while we live?

Your deception was unwittingly revealed to me by the flower you placed in my ear.

a heart that beats alone,unconcerned.
a worried-without-cause mind
The mixture ruins life.

I am

a

"thoughtful mess"

Don't think that everything is happening because of you.

Just remember, this world existed even before your birth and will remain even after your death.

It's when you stop acting like a chunk of matter that matters.

Leave if you can't do what everyone appreciates. But, at the very least, do whatever makes you happy.

Life is a dream,
just let it go by...

Why are kind people leaving us so quickly?
Have they found a world devoid of human suffering?

Life, infructuous-

      a bonfire ritual.

Ascetic clouds.
No rain dumped.
Distraught souls.
Life on the boil.
A just retaliation
for the misdeeds committed.