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

Don't search a bed for a man sleeping on the floor happily.

The spirit fell into the speech trap. The torrent of words roused the senses, and a yearning for celebration began to grow in the mind. When the thought of this significant occurrence crossed the mind, the two forks of that desire stopped on the tip of the tongue.

To save you from embarrassment, I smothered my unhinged laughter, but you made it look like a major gaffe on my part.

When I inhaled the distinct scent of darkness, rain, and wind of that place, it brought back memories sedimented in my mind.

My poems are
Redemptive offerings
to the humanity.

Much of life is spent zigzagging through thoughts.

Only humans write poetry, it's true,
while everything else is an expression of it.

Be a spiritual beggar.

You sleep like a fallen edifice on the pillow of my dreams.

For wealthy people, life is for sale.

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.

One who has "fallen" in love,
can "rise" in devotion.

Bees swindle the flower.
Violence robs peace.

Run till you disappear.

Your  all encompassing silence
helped me to live through the
noise of my mind.

Spell the hell correctly
before you go there.

You bent the truth, and I 
attempted to straighten it out, 
but y­ou prevailed because 
twisted things never fully
straighten out.

My smile, which he wore on his face, hardly fitted him well, and it soon fell off, leaving him with a blank stare.

The shortest path between
Two hearts yearning for love
is Poetry.

His comments, which were cloaked in philosophical connotations, successfully masked his murky past from his trusting and gullible followers.

Detachment from the realm
of thoughts has kept tenuously
linked emotions trapped in unconscious mind waiting for
someone to unload them.

some addictions become so entrenched that mind ceases to see them as addictions.

I'm curious to know whether your own heart listens to God's words when you speak them.

If you had to pick the most peaceful place in the universe, it would be my tiny, humble village. Life and death happens here in silence.

It's an excruciating struggle to liberate the mind from the grip of the delusion, much as the gaint elephant struggles to free its feet from the viscious crocodile's formidable jaws.

You cannot create anything new that doesn't  exist.

Conchs of divine hearts are emitting mellifluous songs from the heavens, transported by winds of devotion. Sullen souls unfurl like flowers gently stroked by the sun, and joyfully float in the air like young birds on their maiden flight.

Finally, at the end of this drama
me and my shadow will unite.

The war room brainstorming resulted in an acrimonious rift between war proponents and opponents. It saved humanity from extinction for a short period of time.

I built a temple in response to your prayer for my undeniable love so that we could worship it together.

The sound of waves deepens my passion for you as your love flows through my heart like a mystic river.

Another night has arrived, reminding us of the passing of our childhood, youth and middle age. But it has given us the ability to cry out alone in the dark.

Corrugated emptiness.
Life is lurching beneath fear.
Loneliness is beseiged by expectations
There was no witness to the demise of dreams.

Preyed on everyone at young age. Became a prey at old age!

Stars are the shining pauses in the story about me and you that is being written in space.

Where the human mind meddles

it spells trouble(s).

Last benchers are more likely to become poets, because they dream big about their future while the present is surreptitously slipping away from them!

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

Expectation is life's deceitful smile.

I live in a mirror less  house because I believe that my face is just a superfluous projection of my inner beauty.

Philanthropy cannot hide philandery.

Sharp eyes and sharp knives do the same job.

They cut anything to size.

Every word you said about me was beautiful, but it would have been better if they had come from your heart.

I'm tired of living in a predator vs. prey world.
How often can you become prey?