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.

Even poison mixed in sweet kills.

Because it enslaves you, peace finds no takers.

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

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

A lover wins the heart.
A poet steals it!

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!

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

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 if that specific look on your face is one of anger or comfort, but it lingered for a while.

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

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

Life, like dreams, is provisional.

Life beyond the poetic realm.
Sinking into silence, an emotional free fall.
Ebbing away the final sigh of poetry.

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

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.

Regurgitating minds never relax.

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

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.

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.

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

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

Life is a poetic song with a common finale.

Life is a process of resolution, not reaction.

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.

How to pray for peace.

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

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

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

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."

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

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

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.

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

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

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

Life is a log with two burning ends.

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

We are God's portraits.

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...

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

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

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