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

Poetry, a synchronised outburst of the mind

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

You might be multilingual

Yet, your dreams always appear

in your mother tongue!

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

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.

Regaining a sense of your true self through awakening a latent consciousness and letting go of regrets about the past—which was a necessary step toward its fruition—is what realization is all about.

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.

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

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

Regurgitating minds never relax.

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

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

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

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."

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

Life is a process of resolution, not reaction.

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

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.

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

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.

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.

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

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

Life is a log with two burning ends.

How to pray for peace.

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

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

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

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

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

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

The same opinions were repeatedly expressed by everyone.
Nothing changed in life.
Only time had caused a perceptional shift.

What is left of me is your memories.
What is left with me is your memories.

Why sleep, why wake up?
Two is like a dream, unsure
Which is true, I ponder...

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.

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.

We are God's portraits.

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

Mind a Netflix screen
Playing life's drama each day
Draws me in, captives.

Every human is an explorer, but only few reach the land of the unknown.

Life is a poetic song with a common finale.

You must have practical common sense in order to succeed.

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

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

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