Spell the hell correctly
before you go there.

Your fate is not sealed yet.
The cover is still open.

I'm sorry, but the life you're looking for doesn't exist.

Only those who have sinned can truly forgive others.

Why does a person becomes warm hearted on his last day at work, and not on other days?

Fragments of morality are being carried away by winds of hatred while we gorge on travesty, day and night.

Don't follow me;

I'm chasing my dreams.

Poetry
Made
My
Heart
Pious.


But,
Piety
Made my
Poetry
Dull.

Your part of me is dead.
Only my part of you is alive.

When life turns into a mission, time turns into a breeze.

Don't get too cocky, Humans; your intelligence is shielded by brittle armour!

You sang at valedictory function with an emotionally laden heart, with tears dripping from your eyes for your great friend.

But, boy o boy, not only he never minded you, he was totally enjoying his nose picking session.

Your poetic heart acts as a pacemaker for my slow-thumping heart. Keep your poetry alive, to keep me alive.

Name is nuisance
it's a fuel for ego.

I wasn't looking forward to your 
return because I wasn't upset wit­h 
your absence.

I realised meeting him on the road to the riverbank is no longer possible. However, on the road he had walked once, there was enough distance for me to cover.

Where divinity shines
Greatness follows

The lines that were penned for you have melted away. The heart still remains hard..

Let not the praise of others sway your pure heart's might

Lest your sleep suffers a snag at midnight.

Where desires are stronger
Life seems to be weaker.

Silence is the cradle of all creations.

One who pours forth his emotions like a raging river has the option of drowning in it.

An honour received after pleading is equivalent to slander received without pleading.

Old thoughts
When mixed with
old wine, make life
invigorating.

I  will write
for eternity
if you promise
to read everything
I write.

Why does light need a shadow?

A light drizzle.
Droplets of blood.
Dry ground soaks it up.
Tainted soil is still fertile
to welcome life again.

Why the bitter struggle? To achieve the same end.

Sadly, poetry always follows me around like a debt collector. I scribble a line or two here and there out of sheer desperation to divert its constant attention from me.

Life turns into a festival of divinity when the heart transforms into a conch that blows peace.

Sugar does not attract ants.

Humanity vanishes when problems strike all at once.

I came as gaint waves in your life,
with the intention of gobbling  you.

But you surfed with dexerity and saved your self everytime.

Life has no recap.

Faith's roots are intertwined. The poison of distrust is injected into one of them. Both trees fall together.

Pursuing victory for personal glory is not a honourable thing.

We are fragments of reality.

You are the crown's chin over the dagger's charm.

When your heart is blind, you are blind.

What do you have to offer me? Aside from newly-draped stories from the past glorifying the sacrifices you had made to unworthy people.

After hundreds of doubts were dispelled, faith established itself. But all it took was one stray thought from an inquisitive mind to knock it off its feet.

A shattered heart.
A scattered mind.
Life is insurmountable.

His poisoned heart was the epicenter of all unrest in the community where he lived.

When we rub our emotions on inanimate things they turn into tools of our personalities.

There should be a pure heart behind the hands of charity.