I broke a long spell of poetic drought by writing my name on the sand repeatedly.

Un-moored time.
Infinity born and
disappeared.
Time in hot pursuit.
Eternity beacons both.

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

Life has no recap.

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

Just noise, we humans.

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

Peace cannot be borrowed,
it should be born.

I am

a

"thoughtful mess"

When one is bedridden and confined,
the depth of one's  friendship with others unfolds.

Humanity vanishes when problems strike all at once.

A shattered heart.
A scattered mind.
Life is insurmountable.

Something goes wrong every time I think of you. Today, I lost one of my last teeth.

Best wishes to whom in a world full of injustices?

Your words were important, but I treasured your feelings more.

O God! more are born here for fancy than serious purpose.  The world is overflowing with whimsical people who have made life a mockery. Please stop this.

Every leaf on the tree where she grieved every day fell off, unable to take the torment of her suffering.

Tread the un-treaded path.
Think of the inconceivable.
Do the improbable.
Big or small does not matter,
You will be viewed seperately.

You had vowed that if called, while standing in front of the ocean, you will arrive as a reviving wave current.
You will appear as a calming downpour if I call while standing beneath a cloud.
You will arrive as all rejuvenating lava if I call while standing in front of a volcano.
You will appear as rays of illumination if I call while standing in front of a scorching sun.
You will arrive as a cool breeze if I call while standing in front of a howling wind.
But all I want is that when I call you in a human voice, you respond like a real human.

The propability of truth prevailing is very slim in human society since it wants truth to be  in written form.

Why does light need a shadow?

I'm blind to anything that isn't poetic at its core.  

Seeking poetic grandeur in everything
I explore.

What color is love?

A profound lyric becomes a powerful wind of steadfast love.
Lifts the hate-filled cloak that has been engulfing humanity.
A new sense of calm and tranquilly descends across the divided society.

While strolling in the rain my thoughts got wet.

You had promised me that you will translate all of my poems into a widely spoken foreign language.

Now, your volt face, declaring my poems unworthy of even a single read, has jolted my faith in my poetic abilities rather than in your intentions.

Which eyes captured the dream?

The prince dragged him into the royal chariot and forced him to sit beside him, instilling in him a fleeting sense of royalty.

When the eyes were first opened, there was no life to be seen; only the walls.

His on stage shows were like a moonlit rainbow, rare but spectacular.

Days went by quietly.
Finally, life seemed to uncork with ease.

When your heart is blind, you are blind.

Fairness is not a promise; rather, it is an expectation of all humans who feel that life is fair to all.

Life is a karoke
Set your own tune.
Sing your own song.

Halfway between heaven and hell, we
    lie trapped inside our heads.

I turned Sky into Ocean and Ocean into Sky to prove that Sky is not the limit for my poetic imagination.

There will be times in life when you have no one to wipe your tears except your own trembling hands.

Where has everyone gone?
Nobody I know is visible here.
Will at least a few return?
What happens if none do?
Can I spend a long time here by myself?
Will it be worthwhile, if at all.
I want to remain because I need to motivate them to return, regardless of what happens.
Do I have a chance of success?
Well, I'm clueless right now, but I'm going to stay here to be available to others.

Ask God to grant you the blessing of not only getting everything you want, but also of remaining content with them till the end of your life.

A lovely melody of life is created when the song in the mind and the perfect beat in the heart unite.

That shock and a lifetime of silence

Reading a few extracts from great books gave him access to rare human insights. But it only lasted as long as he continued to read.

Why is my mind not what it was yesterday? Who changed that?

You said that you had given up on my love.

That is a ridiculous claim!

Nothing that isn't yours can be given up.

Your lies of others have turned into worms that are devouring my mind.

A
placid acceptance of predicament.