Don't waste words.
People aren't going to
read everything you write.

A breakthrough for the Sun: rays fall on every object equally, and sinners become unmasked in the company of the holy.

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.

Don't be afraid of my poetry.
They are just products of my
mental lab given to you for
testing.

The Brutus in me
is waiting for Ceaser.

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

Hello, human.
Tell me, to whom are you human?

When two hearts moved apart, the schism became a chasm.

We are not free till

the last desire in

our hearts disappears

Thy being loved by too many people at once is high, as is thy being abandoned by everyone at once.

We are all shattered pieces of 
someone else's wrecked dream, each unrecognizable from the other.

The sirens of ambulances carrying bombing victims lulled children to sleep. Mothers, many of whom were widows, were torn between mourning or thanking the deceased.

When the sea swells with rage, it sweeps away life and dreams in its course, just as a frustrated painter destroys his own art.

Way to heaven is through your heart.

The whisper you blew at me is still ringing in my ears. Since then, I haven't been able to hear anything else.

Compassion is the root of every religion.

I had several reasons for writing that specific poetry, but you were not one of them, despite my best efforts.

All the characters of the epic

Mahabharata are inside my head,

including

Dhushyasan!

The bombs that didn't explode on the battlefield weren't malfunctioning, but their inert consciousness saw that destructive power alone couldn't bring peace to ignorant humans.


Let us ***** a memorial to unexploded war bombs.

From now on, let's meet in dreams in order to let go of all ties to the real world, to avoid everyone's malicious gaze for all time, and to float endlessly in the sea of joyous poetry.

I am a prime number.
I can be understood only
by myself.

Let us strive to create a world government to end; wars, poverty,
inequality, racism, pandemics etc.

If we cannot feel oness in our hearts
then we does not deserve to call ourselves as humans.

A quick descent into madness.
A reckless error in judgement.
No turning back the hands of fate.

We split up despite the fact that there were no actual conflicts between us. We believed that friendship needed some conflicts to survive.

Creator is one but creation
is numberless !

You're amazing because you walked down the aisle of my heart without interrupting the flow of my feelings.

The five elements of nature won't destroy each other. But they will band together to destroy all visible manifestations of nature.

Don't take too much medicine.
You will not make good manure.

Don't talk of the present.
It's too bad.
Leave it.

Even hope is incurably sick.

The dead are still talking.
But the living are deaf to their voices.

Within my mind, all the climate calamities encountered outside are simulated. I'm compelled to bear both.

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

He hit a raw nerve when he said          
" I fight against all forms of discriminations in the society", which  everyone knew he was actively promoting.

Nature, you have lavished me with free gifts of air, light, and other valuables over the years.

What have I given you, in exchange?

Nothing, except for polluting your gifts.

Humans never allow their fellowmen to succeed because of their crab mentality.  They try to pull each other down !

A container of ***** does not need a lid !

Life swings between;

Predictability and Unpredictability
Certainty and Uncertainty
Bordem and Confusion
Symmetry and Asymmetry
Order and Disorder
Poetry and Prose..
....

All are created but only few are celebrated.

People who wake up in the morning without purpose are  equal to destitutes

Be your soul's stillness.

Writing a poem is not challenging, but writing something you appreciate is challenging.

When her emotions transformed into a deep love for her fellow humans, her tears turned into pearls.

War was ******.
Casualties high.
Perpetrators held power.
People started cleaning the wreakage.

Your similing eyes shone like a beacon
to my tear-streaked, wandering eyes.

Poetry is a direct path to divinity.

You put forward a brave attempt to change the laws that control our lives from top to bottom, but you got caught in the middle of it.

I poured my worries into the ocean,
it became sweet.

Triffle
Triffle
Triffle

All the fuss
over triffles

Avoid triffles


Go along with
Others
by avioding
triffles

No triffle
No fuss
No rancour


Blow the trumpet
and say;
Life is not triffle!

Don't spill the Beans.
Cook it.