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

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

Regurgitating minds never relax.

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

Life is a process of resolution, not reaction.

How to pray for peace.

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."

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

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

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

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

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

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

Life is a log with two burning ends.

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.

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.

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

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

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

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.

You must have practical common sense in order to succeed.

Poetry, a synchronised outburst of the mind

You might be multilingual

Yet, your dreams always appear

in your mother tongue!

Walls of bad luck obstructing progress.
An expanding gulf of hopelessness leads to an abyss of misfortune. Into a place from where there is no turning back, the soul dives.

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

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

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

I want to theorise life in concrete terms, but I'm not sure where to begin. The beginning appears to have never happened, yet the end seems tantalisingly close. I don't understand, really.

Why did you always react in silence?

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

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

When the calmness returns, the words spoken in fury cannot be recalled.

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

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

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

A war has no robes to hide itself.

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

You might be multilingual

Yet, you always grin

in your mother tongue!

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

What overcomes darkness eventually reverts to it.

The whisper you blew at me is still ringing in my ears. Since then, I haven't been able to hear anything else.

The craving for silence is nowhere more loud than in the noisy heart!

The clamor about minor irritations in life is far louder than the uproar over major issues.

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

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

Light is blind.

We are God's portraits.