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

A breakthrough for the Sun: rays fall on every object equally, and sinners become unmasked in the company of the holy.

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.

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

I only want a small space to scribble down a few lines of poetry that will endure forever.

I squeezed the azure sky with my poetically charged fists.
The earth was covered in a blue ocean. Everything turned bluish! The one-color world blinded humans' criminally discriminating eyes.

You are the crown's chin over the dagger's charm.

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

When left undisturbed, a disturbed  mind and water become clearer.

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

I prayed and called out
those who had left long ago,
some returned,
God, within me stays
and hears me.

The mind, like a fossil, is constantly trying to cling to its decommissioned past.

Intelligence fails, but stupidity never.

Faith is powerless to quell the sour memories of the past where the shadow of people also burns.

The letter you wrote for me has arrived. It's wet. I'm not sure what made it wet—your tears or the rain that poured along the way. It cannot be read. But I'm curious which of my two conclusions would please you.

Your heartbroken sobs drowned the sea in your tears.

We are the emojis posted by God to express his feelings. Just keep smiling.

You misread me and split our relationship by erroneously splitting the words I wrote in my letter.

Now I'm not sure who's to blame for our breakup.

My choice of words or your interpretation?

Even a transient ecstasy of divine experience has no equivalent.

Looking back, you can see experience. You can see the future if you look ahead. When you look around, you will realise the truth. When you look within, your confidence will grow. Adversity can help you reach your goals if you take firm steps.

Even poison mixed in sweet kills.

Only the dead have spared me a curse.

In the gallery of life, let peace be our portrait—each a masterpiece of peace.

When her emotions transformed into a deep love for her fellow humans, her tears turned into pearls.

A person who lived it up in his youth dies in old age in misery.

What good is a dream to a dead person, but a wistful captive of memories?

The Scriptures declare the truth.
But the learned Scholar doesn't.

You are the empty space that exists inside a fossilised memory.

I have only ever engaged in meaningful conversation when I have been silent.

It is salvation if you dip in the inner light.
It is life if you dip in the outer light.

A lover wins the heart.
A poet steals it!

Be neutral to events, just like a wall calendar.

Every uncontaminated thought in my mind is a prayer to God.

I'm not sure if that specific look on your face is one of anger or comfort, but it lingered for a while.

You visit me once in a while.
Difficulties, on the other hand, are coming thick and fast.
I'm not sure what good it does to share my woes with you.
I suppose that you don't want to break your heart over my difficulties.

In the same way that the dance of  clouds  does not disturb the sky, neither do the thoughts that fly through the mind disturb the calm and steady state of consciousness.

I came to see you, seeking your  help was just  an alibi.
For in your presence, dear friend, I found a gentle haven where pain could be subdued.

I'm not sure why only your memories grew heavier with each passing day.

Many lives were burning in darkness much after the Sun had disappeared from the horizon.

Because it enslaves you, peace finds no takers.

You walked into my life uninvited, and I left you feeling completely free.

Trasparent eyelids.
All encompassing vision.
No sleep but only
Star studded nights.

Your longing has made me so fragile that even a whiff of your breath could shatter me.

Do you want to know why our friendship came to an end?

You began to read personal meanings into my vague statements about today's youth.

Don't take life too seriously.
Do you know that life has taken you seriously?

In your writings, you extol the virtues of human friendship, while avoiding all types of human interactions in real life as a barrier to your literary success.

Regurgitating minds never relax.

Sorrow fades away
in service to others' pain.
Life finds its true path.

I question myself?

Can't our actions and

deeds be benign

Can't our appraisal

of others be benign

Can't our expectations

of others be benign

Can't our treatment of

Elderly be benign

Can't our treatment of

Poor be benign

Why wouldn't it be possible for us

to create a society that is benign to

every one of its members, in all facets

of life, consistently?