There is no vaccine for

Vagrancy.

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.

They needed my presence, yet I was treated as intangible.

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

A life lived in the divine lane is always rewarded with a glorious finale.

Peace cannot be borrowed,
it should be born.

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!

Many of the chasms you created in my life are now too big for me to cross.

Don't spill the Beans.
Cook it.

A fleeing person has no choice about the roads or destination.

If you ask me, I will dry the Atlantic Ocean and offer Titanic as a gift to you for undertaking a voyage together.

Life is a continuous struggle from the opening cry to last breath.

Your eyes focussed only on sweet things that life had on offer. It was no surprise when Ants emerged from your eyes as they were on a sweet trail.

Remembering rains evokes
memories of my efforts to
stop it from overwhelming me
with a broken umbrella.

Can there be awful times for everyone at once?

He grew alone and without much social contacts, and as an adult, he frequently struggled with figuring out how to play his role in his life, which frequently resulted in fauxpas and landed him in dire problems.

Life for him was a tough nut to crack.

You wouldn't do it, so I broke my promise.

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

Only death is commemorated.

When will we learn to live together?

You are your best friend
You are for yourself.

The boiling oceans are calling loudly

Ignore it,

the next big wave will consume

everything.

temple mileu
sacred chants aloud
surging crowd
priests unable to
recite ancient scriptures
soul searching suspended

One who hides his ill-gotten wealth hides himself from it when it is discovered by others.

A lover wins the heart.
A poet steals it!

Why does the wind we breathe not make us feel like one? Why does the gravity that holds us to the ground not make us feel like one? Why don't the sun's rays, which make us visible, make us feel like one? Why doesn't the water we all drink make us feel like one? Why is it that death, which we all eventually face, does not make us feel like one?

I'm baffled as to why my tears couldn't put out the flames of melancholy in your grieving heart.

You become the undying spirit of nature and humanity when you stand alone, fully grounded in your principles and free of societal acceptance.

I would fain believe that;
I am a two eyed observatory for the ever swelling web of creation.

Every human is an explorer, but only few reach the land of the unknown.

Your heart, though weak,
beats regularly arrythimacallly,
Not out of love for me,
but out of fear of its death.

When eyes full of hope meet, miracles are in store.

What is desired slips away.
What is not desired slips in.
The mind is stuck in a state
of restless uncertainty.

It is impossible to say goodbye to fate.

The ageless mirror is sick of looking at my ageing face.

Looking back, you can see experience. You can see the future if you look ahead. When you look around, you will realise the truth. When you look within, your confidence will grow. Adversity can help you reach your goals if you take firm steps.

Silence is gratitude.

In the supreme court of the heart, whatever arguments the brain makes, the decision of the mind will be final.

I drown myself in your sea of tears every day to purge myself of the sins I have seen you commit in life.

They've left, but the stories they've left behind are still swirling.

Live not under the shadow of fear.

I am an ordinary human being masquerading as a great poet!

I had no idea your heart was a lover's grave yard.

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

I love myself because my life is filled with love.

In any situation, I don't fight hard to win; simply living is enough for me.