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

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

The beginning was unknown !

What will the end be like?

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

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.

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

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

Intelligence fails, but stupidity never.

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

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

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?

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

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

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

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

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

Trees that sway wildly will topple others.

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

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

Marriage can be compared to a jackfruit.
Before eating, there's an irresistible smell.
After eating , there's a terrible smell.

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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.

Poets are made to be vendors of peace.

The eyes and tears were blind to the sorrow of the heart.

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.

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.

I got to work on a poem in the moonlight. I made notes on a piece of paper of everything that came to me. My cluttered mind was not satisfied, though. The paper was shredded by me. however, I was drawn to a single line on a piece of shredded paper that read as follows:
"Poetry has a consciousness of its own.
It will become apparent "
I zealously resumed writing.

Be neutral to events, just like a wall calendar.

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

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?

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

Only the dead have spared me a curse.

Your heartbroken sobs drowned the sea in your tears.

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

A lover wins the heart.
A poet steals it!

Half a life is lived each day.
Not yet lived a full life.

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

Even a transient ecstasy of divine experience has no equivalent.

Even poison mixed in sweet kills.

A war has no robes to hide itself.

drab world.
Life's wheels are moving backwards.
Dreams are buried in graveyards.
Conflict and war enslave freedom.
A raging sea and a reckless fire consume the hate-filled land.  
Remorseless, greedy humans are hunting for heaven in the ruins of their own civilisation.

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

Because it enslaves you, peace finds no takers.