I have not met any poet on this web page, personally.

However, I have struck an emotional chord with many of them through my poetry.

Physical meeting is unnecessary when People know how to communicate through soul.

Poetry is washed away from my imagination by the currents of my restless mind.
Right now, I feel empty and soulless.

Be equanimous in times of joy and sorrow, praise and dishonour, and do not falter even in the face of extreme adversity.

May our verses sow seeds of kindness and care.

And let compassion be a reward we all can share.

Strands of memories connected by time.

Space and time, immeasurable.
Imagination, uncalibrated thoughts.
Life, exploring reality through experience.

speech is a service that can heal the world.
So let it be sweet and true, always.

Speech is the clumsy distortion of silence.

You are the reality
around which
my dreams spin.

Your chants are more of a saliva
splash than any divine offerings to God.

Poems written on the spur of the moment failed to pique the reader's attention because they simply expressed the poet's emotional state at the time.

Our love never blossomed

because ever time I tried to

have an eye to eye contact  with you,

you squinted.

Your thoughts stained my heart so hard, it left it dark for ever.

Your tears are stars in your eyes, let them shine there

A forlorn and impoverished old man sulks on a stone bench inside an unused cemetery.

Life under surveillance is
Captivity.

I am a walking statue

covered with dead stone all over

I stay away from dash of life

I see life only in dead

Sun and Moon wished to swap their positions.

I scoffed at their idea.

I told them that, in addition to the devastation of the world, it will also result in the irreversible destruction of my poetic creativity, which I believe, is untenable.

They decided to maintain status quo.

Just try to stay afloat

The next wave is even bigger!

The stench of ignorance

emanating from your mind

will not leave you even if

you do penance,

unless you receive

divine benediction.

Only in the stillness of your
Heart you can see the
resplendent image of God.

There is still a lot more to say.
There is still a lot more to listen.
There's still a lot more of everything to come.
Wait please...

I live in the midst of possibilities
and probabilities like a stone covered in mud, hoping to be discovered  by a spiritual soul and worshipped as a God.

O omnipotent,  please...

only create  people with color blindness, henceforth, to stop discrimination on the basis of skin color in human society.

I want save my poems
in your heart because
I want to save them from
insects, fires, floods, theft
and plundering.

I live with your stories retold in my head over and over.

They sprang to mind.
They came.
They acted strangely.
They courted strangers.

The times we are in right now seem to be unusual in certain ways.
You seem to always feel as though something you really needed in life has been lost forever, no matter what you have in life.

I considered life as a game of strategies.

I used strategies to achieve
my goals in life.

For me, using  strategies  to get ahead in life, was a strategy.

I used strategies to beat off competition, to protect my riches, to out-manouvre my rivals, to wreck my perceived enemies.

I used strategies to elevate my status, to increase my popularity, to hoodwink law agencies, to retain power.

I used strategies to keep everyone guessing, to gain ascendancy over my rivals.

Everyone called me a master strategist.
  
My strategies were succesful, it paid huge dividends to me, I reigned supreme over others.

But luck did not last long,  my strategies began to fall apart, they lost their earlier deception, and were easily decoded and neutralised by my rivals.

It was game over for me!

Hey clouds why are you drifting so fast?
Can't you stop for a while and watch me ploughing the sacred land with my sturdy oxen,
See my children playing on the land adjacent to the pond with gay abandon, in anticipation of rain,
Have a look at my agitated wife drawing water from the well while berating her mother-in-law,  
to view the lush green meadows where the cows are grazing leisurely as if earth and time have to come to a standstill.

Hey clouds why are you drifting so fast? Can't you stop for a while and watch below life struggling to move forward.

Two poisonous snakes
coiled together.

Just arrangement of words in a sequence won't make your poems run like Ussain Bolt,
you  need to infuse stuff in them.

Life is a journey

from

gross to subtle!

Life bequeaths success to those who recount their life stories effectivelly, for a price.

If, as the wise say, suffering is just a thought, then let thought bear the burden, not you.

Don't feed bees with sugar
They know how to find nectar
from flowers.

Never Again !

The day's only illuminating star.
You drank the darkness of night and life as soon as you awoke.
Lead us to the point where the horizon meets the sky.
We wish to rise above the specter of pain.

Sun, why are looking dull?

Are you in men-o-pause?

When the Sun suffers Sun burns

he applies moon light cream!

Once the sun has set,

My mental fortitude wanes.

Mental demons seize control.

The Sun  kisses

all faces.

We are specks of the same Sunlight and dark matter!

Sun, why are you  so shy?
Hiding behind the clouds, feeling blue?
Come out, let us shine.

Treatise have been written
on all subjects, and preached.

Yet wars and strifes have riven human society since the days of yore.

A question arises in my mind;
are we better than our fellow apes,
intellectually?

Before surrendering to someone know your surrender value.

Rain falls far away.
Breeze whispers of memories.
Dreams drift on soft wind.
Mind spills a magnaful
of sweet memories.

Feed me your rage so that I can write sweet poetry about you in my heart that will make your heart sweet again.

Thoughts swirling in mind
Voda mixed with sleeping pills
Dizziness sets in

mind waking up at dawn
same swirling thoughts
engulfs mind again

Life offers no respite.