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

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.

Close to everything.
Not fixed in anything,
like a dream.

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

Your heartbroken sobs drowned the sea in your tears.

Be a song that brings deep joy to the soul, not just a verse that skims over it like a misplaced note.

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

When I see your face slowly fade from my memory, I sometimes sink into melancholy.

Even poison mixed in sweet kills.

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

Even a transient ecstasy of divine experience has no equivalent.

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

Time was less
Huge throng
Destination unknown
Legs dragged forward
while the mind dragged backwards
Caught between two opposing forces
Not sure which path to take
Stuck in a limbo!

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

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?

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.

Only the dead have spared me a curse.

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

A lover wins the heart.
A poet steals it!

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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.

Be neutral to events, just like a wall calendar.

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

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.

Most of us do not reach the intended destination in life because our boats are steered  by pirates.

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

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

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

Regurgitating minds never relax.

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

How to pray for peace.

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.

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.

Life is a process of resolution, not reaction.

I could hear your intents in the air you blew at me.

Energy is one, but "Mass" is many.
"I" is one, but "You" are many.

I haven't said anything from my heart to you yet since you don't understand the language of the heart.

I have no friends because everyone is turned off by my constant expression that screams, "I have no responses to what you're going to ask me."

What's eating your mind?
Tell your mind to eat it.

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

We are all tiny bits of a single, ever-expanding melody.

Without the enduring drips of your pouring desires, every leaf on the tree of my emotions has fallen.