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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

Silence is the hymn of the Soul.

Life is a long pause between dreams.

We are God's portraits.

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

When eyes full of hope meet, miracles are in store.

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.

I fought hard to get you out of my delirium stricken mind.

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

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.

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

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

Life is an experience that ultimately teaches you that you didn't have to mess around with it like you did.

Twinkle, but keep a safe distance from everything.

You might be multilingual

Yet, you always grin

in your mother tongue!

Life, like dreams, is provisional.

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

I am peace itself, existing now in bits and pieces of it.

Don't flee too far out of fear. When the fear is gone, it takes a long time to make the journey backwards.

Her broadway smile
sent folks on a
wild goose chase.

The spark has gone.
Only smoke is rising.

His indifference was misinterpreted as arrogance by many around him.

He had understood that removing impurities arising in the mind as a result of human interactions was absolutely necessary for divinization of his life.

For the majority, fear is the cradle from whence life never emerges.

Everything is time-worn.

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

No... no... don't try to paint a picture of our life in rosy terms; we haven't resolved our long-standing disagreements yet.

When everything was over, I wanted to return. But my desire to wait till the end is what came to an end first.

Compassion is the root of every religion.

Every single word you said spun a web around my heart, trapping me to your whims. I'm like a spider trapped in its own web.

When obsession becomes fate
Life becomes a straightjacket affair.

She was willing to tell her story to anyone who would shed a tear for her.

Total success is equivalent to the sum of one's rectified blunders.

Life is a poetic song with a common finale.

The absence of life.

Your memories expand in my heart as I listen to your music.

The stars' awareness of their brightness is analogous to a pearl lying in the ocean being conscious of its value on the land above.

Life will be rewarding if you have the will to fully appreciate both the challenges and the joys.

When his love was rejected, he vented his rage by penning romantic songs that only served to entice others to fall in love with him, but he cooly shrugged off their overtures.

You will fabricate yourself if you don't believe in the truth.

The distance between life and death is defined as destiny.

Everything could've been different.
If the mindset of today existed back then.

Even in the cemetery, a philosopher will think.

Life nowadays can be compared to a dish that smells amazing but tastes bland when you bite into it.