Those who have left me have only taken their physical forms with them, but their memories have been safely stored in my heart.

Expectation, the biggest enemy of
Joy.

Don't teach future tense to children
in grammar classes.

They have no future.

We, adults, have advanced the date of apocalypse through our reckless actions.

Why are people looking for justifications to leave? A phoney smile was all they had done when they entered.

Poems are logically
Wrong assertions.

No one loses anything in life
Because no one owns anything.

Had there been no mind to humans, what might have happened?
No dreams to pursue, no wandering thoughts.
A world without harm or conflict, where people live happy, peaceful lives.

What else is there to say, though? Time has spoken and will continue to speak. Why do I need to be upset? Let life to unfold as it pleases.

Poets are agents of
Non-violence.
Let us act as constructors of
Peace in the minds of young people.
We need a non- violent society
more than ever.
Let us preach and practice
non-violence.

Have we run out of raw materials
needed for poetry.

The nature has all but disappeared

The smoke has blanked the sky

The sea is filled with toxic garbage

The imposing mountains are littered
with dead bodies of unlucky climbers

The Sun and Moon are eclipsing each other more number of times now than they did in the past.

The breathing air carries deadly pathogens.

Where is the raw material for writing poetry?

I cannot find any.

Try not to describe me

I have a normal appearance.

He wrote to all those who had abandoned him for no apparent reason and attempted to rejoin his fold;

"There is no space for you inside my heart or hearth."

The seeds that fall to the Earth,
The words that fall on the mind,
will bear fruit either today or tomorrow.

Nothing here isn't much.
Even if you unwrap and spill, everything remains the same.

On my own, I am nothing.

With you, I am everything.

At least stop and grin at me

If you have no time to talk.

There is no truth in a truth

It is worth to live in a human

Society only if it is non

discriminatory.

Otherwise, it amounts to

confinement of unwilling

individuals by compulsion.

Gotta live here.
Gotta die here.
You have nowhere to go.

Only this moment, not ones that have come before or will follow, is real.

My mind is  behaving like
Chernobyl nuclear reactor

It's splitting thoughts at a reckless
pace and producing an uncontrollable
surge of thoughts.

Overheated thoughts are heating up my mind, dangerously.

My mind may explode any time

Don't expose yourself to my thoughts

They are more dangerous than radiation

They may **** you alive!

As human intelligence steamrolled,
objects of pretense produced devious behaviour, much like their creators.

Rage taints our pathway.
Desolate souls seek to drain.
Huddling in bushes.
Solace found in shades.
Obscurity hides our pain.

If writing poetry is an OCD,

I  am greatful for  OCD.

Although I didn't give your words much thought, it's not my fault that you did, and now we're caught in a tangle of emotions we can't untwine.
Our friendship eclipsed, lost in the ocean of misunderstanding.

What do I have?
When everything is yours.
Who knows, if everything goes well, I might succumb to you and become your valued possession.

Oh, generous God,
Please lift my poetry
a little bit. My poor
poetry is languishing
at the bottom of the pit
with no one to support it.

Oh, generous God,
lift my poetry little
bit, urgently, and make me
a good poet again.

A
placid acceptance of predicament.

The oldest and most lethal global
Pandemic that has not been quelled
by humans until now is Corruption.

All feelings are out of date.
The year alone is new.
The aches are all very old.
The year alone is new.
The dreams are all outdated.
The year alone is new.
Every wish is out of date.
The year alone is new.

My old poems are still alive

Waiting for your friendly embrace

At least roll your eyes at them

They may put a smile all over your

face.

Don't see the mirror always

Some old scars may become visible

Archaic ideas, old vision
What's new to write about and fill your heart with?

I don't know whether the world began or ended; all I know is that my beginning and end are in your consciousness.

Who is other person?

Despite my reservations, you have often stated that we are two sides of the same coin.
So why can't I see your face on it right now?
I strongly believe that in order to destroy anything that I perceive to be an ideal, you removed the side of the coin that bore your face.

However diligently I attempt, I am definitely not getting that one poem that will make heads whirl...

that will make individuals cry in dismay, understand their fantasies,

understand their internal eternality,

..cause individuals to overlook their hardships, sufferings, embarrassments, fears...

I realize I won't get it, anyway enthusiastically I attempt since I am restricted by un-creative mind.

I need to summon the spirit of immortal poet William Blake..

..to enter my spirit and help me in this cause.

I fondly hope this may happen!

We are reflections,
mirroring each other's souls.
Connected as one.

You can decide the date
of your marriage
but you cannot decide
the fate of your marriage

One Sun, many rays
One God, many names

An optimist lives through life
with hope.

A pessimist runs through it,
in despair.

I became an orphan the day
the cruel hands of a heartless
person cut the umbilical cord that had held me and my mother
together, and seperated us forever.

It is salvation if you dip in the inner light.
It is life if you dip in the outer light.

Why I need to act according to the context.

Contexts are not created according to my forethought.

How to keep yourself out of the flock?

Go to the next level.

Even sound goes to sleep
Where silence is overpowering!

Crave for a painless life

Don't take painkillers

Don't give pain to others!

Collective Madness

A great unifier