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

You must have practical common sense in order to succeed.

The yell "It's mine!" was the first call to war!

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.

Does it matter whether the log is burned from the front or the back?

Life is a log with two burning ends.

be gentle.
be sweet.
be kind.
be grateful.

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

Let peace be the new language our hearts shall speak.

Let it mend the wounds that hatred has wrought.

Why did you always react in silence?

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His effervescent thoughts drifted out and landed softly on the minds of others, making them feel happy before dissipating completely.

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

My philosophy of life is simple:
Live happily every day.

Even in defeat, a person with a triumphant smile on his face is a winner.

I am not chasing my dreams
because they are are getting older.

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.

What overcomes darkness eventually reverts to it.

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?

Even if the entire human horde is blinded by sight, war will be a spectacle.

Poetry, a synchronised outburst of the mind

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

Universe is a symphony of
star strings not heard by
the deaf souls.

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

You will never be able to escape your mind. The unyielding thoughts protect the most difficult prison in the universe: the mind.

My ego is weeping for you,
While my soul is praying for you.

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

Mind:
Always slanting inward.
sinks under its own weight.

Oh, dear poet, the poetry you wrote
have stirred a sonnet boom in my heart and it's tearing me apart.

For you, misunderstanding is a game of hide and seek.
For me, it is a play of trauma and regret.

Light is blind.

His views were like roasted seeds: they didn't produce any unfavorable outcomes.

What is there in the world to win?
If you don't let yourself down, it will be enough.

Poets are made to be vendors of peace.

Could I be the unopened package holding the dreams of others? Is it mine now, or will someone later come and claim it?

Silence is the hymn of the Soul.

Life is a long pause between dreams.

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

A vast majority suffer a life of labour.
A luck few enjoy a lavish cruise.

I know you were upset when I compared your love to a currency note without a denomination printed on it.

A war has no robes to hide itself.

He only believed something was true when he had personally experienced it.

In the poet's eyes, a flower smiles.
In the eyes of a miserable person, that flower is crying.
The world revolves around your emotions.

We need a heart that is bigger than average if every decision we make leads to eventual regret.

People vicariously slay a person's character after he dies, creating an enduring myth from which the real person never emerges.

Since there was no other way to save 
your name for all eternity, I scribbled it in the sky.

During its plummet to the ocean floor, the pebble wobbled. Once settled at the bottom, it was not bothered by the waves that washed across the ocean's surface, frequently and often violently. Before settling down in the self, the mind like the pebble goes through a comparable journey.

Each of us is a character in the same life tale, with only our perspectives separating us.

Don't put my smile on your face; it's not genuine.

Her broadway smile
sent folks on a
wild goose chase.