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.

I'm sorry, but I won't be able to wait for you.
I had to get going since my legs are fitted with biological wheels.

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.

Maturity comes from bitter experiences

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

Years of contemplation.
Mind is unaffected,unchanged.
Death by strangulation.
Strangulated soul is set free.

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.

When our hearts stopped communicating with each other,
entire world looked empty and silent.


Life began to slide into an abyss of infinite silence..

The readers had an easy time comprehending his poetry since the words he employed had physical outlines.

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.

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

We are divided by class
but united by misery.

You gave up your heart when I didn't demand it. For me, that was a meek surrender. Love is about taking risks, not about giving up.

Can't we bring those bygone days back?
Pleasant sunny, rainy, windy days without excessive human ambitions.

What you think is not God.
But what you believe is.

Unable to recite
difficult and tongue
twisting verses without
break. Sent to sleep without
dinner.

Bad childhood dreams
now made beautiful by
recollection.

If everyone only takes the best that is available, life would eventually become a dry straw.

One who seeks for his guru's origins never receives wisdom from him, but instead discovers a shambolic tale about his ancestors.

A vast majority suffer a life of labour.
A luck few enjoy a lavish cruise.

If born again,
the deep pain
of this birth
will be in vain.

He had a great desire to say the unsayable, and he used poetry to not only fulfill that desire but also to make it appear palatable.

The same opinions were repeatedly expressed by everyone.
Nothing changed in life.
Only time had caused a perceptional shift.

His roving mind
settled on the driftless
soul
Creating a timeless bliss.

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

Your radiant smile sparked a rainbow in the night sky.

I need a birth like

Orchid Cactus ( Bramha Kamala )

Bloom and Doom in the same night.

Language spoken at the roof of the world carries the same
feelings and emotions as the
Language spoken at the bottom
of the world.

Even poison mixed in sweet kills.

The real  is neither seen nor understood.
The unreal is seen and understood as the real.

A big exhalation.
Time turned on.
Life awoke.

We are God's portraits.

Don't take life too seriously.
Do you know that life has taken you seriously?

Your carefree, air-expelling laughter seeded doubts in my mind about your sincerity in building a life with me.

Life is an ever-evolving thought in everyone's mind.

In my poetic agriculture
crops often fail.

All difficulties have been resolved, and life has returned to its natural state of green... yeah, I was just reading the last sentence of a borrowed novel.

Notes are finite
but music is infinite.

Every day, life begins afresh, with yesterday defeated forever.

All this can only be expected in life.

Why do we painstakingly write our stories on a blank sheet of paper called life, which eventually self-immolates without remorse?

What my eyes saw, I kept them hidden in my heart, until I could see them through my inner sight.

The propability of truth prevailing is very slim in human society since it wants truth to be  in written form.