There are many forms to a lie.
But truth has only one form.

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

The first form of human communication started
with a "gossip".

In the physical world, ideals don't exist.

It was seen.
It was read.
It was left.

O God! more are born here for fancy than serious purpose.  The world is overflowing with whimsical people who have made life a mockery. Please stop this.

Failures will be ultimately judged,
regardless of who caused them and when.

I was waylaid by your silent stare. Since then, my life has tumbled into an absolute void.

Don't rest your life on my dislocated shoulders.

Your life will be unstable for ever.

Poetry, a synchronised outburst of the mind

The conch was blown.
The air vibrated.
The birds spread their wings and took off.
Life began to grind its gears again,  
wars, deaths, and elopements became headlines once more.

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.

When humanity fail to govern themselves, their ruins will sit on top of them.

When you said it, I knew I had changed.

To save you from embarrassment, I smothered my unhinged laughter, but you made it look like a major gaffe on my part.

He only believed something was true when he had personally experienced it.

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

The only thing that had grown dense around him was distrust.

It's possible that I may not have any place in your memory. But you are in my memory as a treasure trove of childhood memories.

Why try to be happy.
We are not designed to be happy.

Do you have the heart of a child?
Then life is a child's play!

Why I feel everything is

moving away from me,

including mind.

There are no winners in life
All lose their life.

Live not under the shadow of fear.

How does a full moon have a full meaning for the renounced?

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

Kanna, I forgot my tiredness and disdain for life when I saw your rediant face.

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.

I am not sure how long I have been with my own mind?

I have wandered away from my mind far too frequently to know that.

Mind is not the place where I stay, it's just my ephemeral address!

Where perfection ends, creativity begins.

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.

Distant minds
Shattered dreams
Mind weeping silently
Life rendered meaningless

War spreads culture

I never aroused any feelings in you about me, but when you looked at me, the feelings you already had for me emerged.

You must be carried to your final resting place, no matter how long you fly above the sky.

What you learn in childhood remains with you forever.

Nobody will give up on themselves and talk well of others.

It's not possible to continue my relationship with you because you always quoted incidents from my  past to regale your friends without giving consideration to my deep indifference to it.

She asked " for you what is left to be discovered in life"

I said " just you".

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

What was the first word
uttered by humans ?

"Noh" or  "Goh" ?

When was the last time we had a sweet conversation?

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.

Scholarly notions faded from my head as I realized that life at the grassroot level is unaffected by big events.

Think of me only on the day you want to abandon me completely.

My ego is the Universe's tallest tower. I can't see myself from that vantage point!

An elephant cries when it is stung by a tiny bee.

Can you guess as to why people consider me as  esoteric eventhough
I use simple words in my poems!