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.

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

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.

There was nothing between us

         except

Misunderstanding.

An elephant cries when it is stung by a tiny bee.

Where did nature's and humans' tenderness go?

When breath becomes prayer
God becomes breath.

When stars lose their light, they become sky scars.

We will be free one day.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Once the sun has set,

My mental fortitude wanes.

Mental demons seize control.

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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.

Are our emotions tying us together as humans?

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

It contained a few drops of my tears.

When pain becomes unbearable, death becomes a bearable option.

Don't elaborate; just live.

Darkness needs no companion.

Happens when you free yourself from the self you behold.

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.

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.

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

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.

Peace cannot be borrowed,
it should be born.

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.

I am

a

"thoughtful mess"

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

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

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

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

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