Be mindful that adding a dash of spontaneity to all your acts and gestures, gaining everyone's favour, may not last beyond the first stumble you make.

Life is rife where there is no strife.

Instead of worrying like a human all of the time, try being at peace like the trees for a while.

Immortality was earned by those who believed that life was not a source of worry but rather an invitation to contemplation.

Just as harmless clouds should not approach a raging wind, peace-loving people should not approach an angry person.

Your piercing stare laid bare my hidden guilt.

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

I din't know why you smiled.
But I lived extremely happily for sometime thinking that you smiled at me.

Don't poke your head with a match stick if you're worried about something; it'll catch fire from the outside!

Everything is felt, yet nothing exists in concrete space. To feel real becomes an awkward plight.

Age but be a child at heart, always.

The Scriptures declare the truth.
But the learned Scholar doesn't.

Did you say that you didn't get everything you wished for?
That's good that it turned out that way.
Because even if all of your wishes had come true, you still would have said the same thing.

The spirit fell into the speech trap. The torrent of words roused the senses, and a yearning for celebration began to grow in the mind. When the thought of this significant occurrence crossed the mind, the two forks of that desire stopped on the tip of the tongue.

Tokenism reduces ideals to inanimate things.

I am a failure till next success.

As I rested my head on your chest, despite being born deaf, I could hear waves of compassion pouring from your heart.

Love happens once
but disagreements about it
occur frequently.

With vengeance, the night darkened quickly.
Humans collapsed to the ground, exhausted, to sleep.
Sleep was kept at bay by the wailing of scared dogs.
The moon and clouds happily played hide and seek, creating the perfect atmosphere for anguished ghosts to roam the cemetery with joyous abandon.
The night, like the day, offered no reprieve to the harassed humanity.

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

you are an illusion to me

     and

I am an image captured by your eyes

A true drinker goes to the bar fully drunk!

Don't wait..
Move on..
I have not understood
your question yet.

We are Salmons with four limbs.
We bow to the life cycle by the weight of destiny.

Scorching Sun
Caravan walks quietly
in the desert land
Camels in tandem

Sunstroke. Camel collapses.
Dies.

After night descends,
People gather for dinner
Meat served on a huge plate.

Beast of burden had become
a feast of joy!

There was no mourning for the
dead.

Begrudged you were of my success
you connived with my detractors to end my good run. But I survived because my success was built on perseverance rather than luck.

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

Your haunting memories strangled my future, leaving me in the same state as I was when you left.

Where did nature's and humans' tenderness go?

No no....
your unrequited love..
that isn't poetry.

Ego-Cede

Gain-Life

I am just a remanant of somebody's
Dream.

Most of my

Poems

appear like

FAQs

When one's grip on life begins to slip, one begins to wonder if the things on which one's name is written are indeed his.

Even in the cemetery, a philosopher will think.

Is poetry a waste of time?

          Yes,

if you don't read it.

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

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

Only humans write poetry, it's true,
while everything else is an expression of it.

Don't let the fact that you didn't receive what you deserved in life make you unhappy. Keep quiet and act as though you had simply rejected them.

Every obstacle we face in life serves as a heavenly message to change our path.

Have you torn down the stairs to your soul so I can't enter or so you don't have to emerge to welcome me in?

Self-discovery was thwarted by induced reality.
Every living creature was kept busy enough to thrive by constant snipes from ubiquitous elements.
Creation's trump card is deception.

Silence is God

From my rejection to
felicitation you
sneaked in between.

Keep two SIMS in your mind.

One for material world

                   and

Another for spiritual world.

Everyday delete the messages

received by the SIM for material

world.

You must always exist in the universe as matter, energy, or a figment of your imagination.

Rather of searching for goodness elsewhere, start with yourself.

When I pray,
I raise my hopes.