Hopes of achieving the goal faded as the obstacles proved insurmountable, but even failure guaranteed a certain glory.

Music and spirituality
Will be your companions
at the end of your life.

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

All human achievements are
God aided.

Don't climb the ladder
of success if you suffer
from fear of heights.

I still do not know
how and when
to write poems.

I never read your poetry.
But  I know you always write for me.

You felt warm about everyone because of the warm vibes in your heart.

Disappointment is often a companion of hope.

The voice is yours.
The name is mine.
You added the tune
to my exhaled breath.
The voice is yours.
The effort is mine.

Your smile, adulterated with guile,
has made my failing heart  beat again and again.

The air you breathed had a distinct personality from the air around you.

In my poetic agriculture
crops often fail.

that which thrives by lies dies by lies.

Denying mind defeats itself.

Something goes wrong every time I think of you. Today, I lost one of my last teeth.

People will abandon you once their legs gain strength.

Your words were important, but I treasured your feelings more.

Make wealth, but not  so much that your children shouldn't be tempted to call a lawyer instead of a doctor when you become critically ill.

I am happy.
I failed at something
I wanted to succeed at.

Silence is awareness.
Speech is beguilement.

You left me that's ok.

I am unhappy because your love was untrue.

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

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

No one promises peace in our time. We are in conflict with everything including nature.

Poetry is the light that transcends life and death.

Only in the absolute silence
Of the mind compassion is fostered.

The thing will finally arrive when you loose sense of what you've been waiting for!

Life is the final task at hand.

Your memories expand in my heart as I listen to your music.

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

The aroma of the coffee I drank in that picturesque village persists in my mind, eclipsing all other memories.

Trance attuned.
Silence echoed.
Divinity restored.

Simply put, I am a poem about your emotions.

Except for desire, everything in our
body decays.

Their patience had few peers.
Progress was stymied by delinquent rulers.
Poverty was compulsory in the realm 
of harsh sunlight.
The voracious mouth of the desert consumed the land of sustenance.
Many eyes closed permanently when their hearts refused to beat in defiance of oppression against making one's dreams real.
Few cared for the catastrophe that hit the poor hard like it always has.
No one cries for those who aren't visible to their shameless naked eyes.

I didn't know that you would come. But I didn't know why I wouldn't exclude that possibility.

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

Mind has no parts,
yet it breaks down often.

Thoughts crisscrossed my mind like overcrowded commuter trains, but I opted not to ride on them.

What you learn in childhood remains with you forever.

Poetry is a ****** analysis of mind.

When you told me that you are leaving me for the good, I cried for no reason.

Ego hits its peak
at death.
It won't let
the body move!

Humans could have avoided all conflicts if they had a detachable tongue!

The smile you offered me as a parting gift is still growing wider and wider in my heart.

I have not understood the theory of relativity so far. But I have understood that everyone in this world is my relative.

In the graveyard, all of our desires, hatred, and passion will be laid to rest.