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

Why did you always react in silence?

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

Worries as a wage,
from the choices we have made,
heaviness in heart.

Happiness as a reward,
guided by our senses, keen
in fleeting, clamouring.

Life, like dreams, is provisional.

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

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

When obsession becomes fate
Life becomes a straightjacket affair.

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

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

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

Life is a long pause between dreams.

What overcomes darkness eventually reverts to it.

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.

The smile you offered me as a parting gift is still growing wider and wider in my heart.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Life is so miserable that we often feel as though the sun rising and setting each day symbolises our birth and death for the day.

Days without poetry
              are
emotional droughts.

Light is blind.

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

Hatred breeds a storm,
Innocents caught in its rage,
Price paid by us all, heavy.

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.

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

The absence of life.

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

The mind is frequently violated by unauthorised thoughts. Bad thoughts are played as nice ones by the mind. When wicked things are done, the mind dresses itself in a pious robe. The uncommitted mind is never caught.

Twinkle, but keep a safe distance from everything.

Silence is the hymn of the Soul.

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

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

We live on in other people's minds forever, like priceless or painful memories.

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

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

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

Disappointments become your companions when ambitions outpace abilities.

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

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

Less of world within.
More of pure soul shining bright.
True self emerges.

Let me  be the serene pause between the two spoken words.
May my stillness serve  as a bridge, strong and secure, mending the frailties that words often suffer.