A
placid acceptance of predicament.

Gossip was delightful.
The daily congregation
Kept everyone in  high spirits.
Reputations of men and
women of high order
were ripped to shreds.
The gossipers dispersed
only after discovering a villain
in the group who had broken the
group code with a malicious gossip about a group member.

Appreciation is tough to receive, but it is even more difficult to offer.

Be equanimous in times of joy and sorrow, praise and dishonour, and do not falter even in the face of extreme adversity.

Who wants a victory that no one else recognises?

We are fragments of reality.

Don't see big dreams. Make big dreams out of small ones.

Perfection is an infatuation that has gone too far.

Because we believe we lack any qualities that would appeal to their tastes, the majority of us rarely express our liking to others.

Living days are dwindling.
The will to live is fading.
Let's give it another shot.
Let us live with everyone equally before we descend into the depths of death together.

Faith's roots are intertwined. The poison of distrust is injected into one of them. Both trees fall together.

With your dream of a family, children, and a happy home, you defused my exploding dreams.

I fell for it because it seemed within my grasp.

Isn't Love some form of emotional levitation?

Where perfection ends, creativity begins.

Your crushing waves of distrust reduced me to dust and carried me to a land of faith.

We are cutting down the tree of life.

Pursuing victory for personal glory is not a honourable thing.

The beginning was unknown !

What will the end be like?

Your tongue reveals your pedigree.

The onset of a desire signals the onset of a challenge and the onset of a setback.

Why the bitter struggle? To achieve the same end.

Breath is 
not in my control.
It's under your control, O my lord. Only devotion is mine.

I  will write
for eternity
if you promise
to read everything
I write.

Nothing here isn't much.
Even if you unwrap and spill, everything remains the same.

The spiritual discourse was over, my soul felt so strong,
thought my mind was clear, but I was surely wrong,
But as I left the hall, rain poured with no remorse,
I cursed at life, as I walked back into the hall distraught,
I realised that my mind is a slave to the elements, not higher powers.

He kicked up a storm and vanished, leaving others to circle around it.

His poisoned heart was the epicenter of all unrest in the community where he lived.

Have you seen your soul about which you talk so much.

Compassion radiates from the mind when it transforms into an endless reservoir for it.

He makes it possible because he is willing to lose himself in the task.

Advent of new players.
Seniors with inflated
Egos ousted.
old rules ditched.
New game begins.
Seniors watch on
from the side lines.
This  story has been repeated
many times in the past.

The sea of life has no harbours.

Trees that sway wildly will topple others.

Life's fleeting moments
experiences we hold dear,
but never truly own.

Be mindful that adding a dash of spontaneity to all your acts and gestures, gaining everyone's favour, may not last beyond the first stumble you make.

Stupidity could lead to disaster.
However, subsequent wisdom does not correct the situation.

I had several reasons for writing that specific poetry, but you were not one of them, despite my best efforts.

When we rub our emotions on inanimate things they turn into tools of our personalities.

One who pours forth his emotions like a raging river has the option of drowning in it.

When the blind heart wanted to express remorse on behalf of the mind to which it was a slave, the eyes sobbed.

I said "it's a big let down".

She said "it's a big let off".

Beauty is a lie perpetrated by the eyes of the beholder.

Intelligence fails, but stupidity never.

Why did you take away the joy you provided me while staying away by drawing closer to me?

Remove the world from your mind.
Remove the suffering from your mind.