When your mind is not
in agitation, it's in meditation.

Way to heaven is through your heart.

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.

Habits die only on the pyre.

For a long time, I didn't speak to you because I believed that silence would allow us to better understand each other's lives.

There is no grandstanding in death.

When your sugar is low, don't write poetry.
It will not have a sweet flavour.

Feelings are armed invaders who plunder peace of mind.

We're surrounded by our own
characters.

Attempted to find harmony inside the agitated psyche, took shelter within unsatisfied longings holding on to dearest gleam of this present reality.

It is difficult to live in the non-existent reality with tremors in the mind, provoking creativity in the incredible dreams,dancing at the doorstep of a confused mind.

You don't practise what you preach

Don't worry

Nobody practises what you preach
anyway

I accomplished nothing.
It is an accomplishment to accept that.

While I wait for you interminably, I have transformed into a monument to your memories.

If you had used plain, descriptive words in our conversations instead of your cryptic phrases that made no sense in the context, I would have happily lived with you for the rest of my life.

Appreciation is tough to receive, but it is even more difficult to offer.

I flew at the edge of lunacy. I had lost the battle of wits with self. A spark of inspiration ended the nightmare. Life transformed was life inspiring.

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

Life is not free.
Only your smile is free.
Give it to everyone.

You were witnessing the sunset of my life when you arrived. Only a few glimmerings of optimism were all I had to offer.

Misprinted thoughts.
Life seems to be a misquoted statement.
In deep freeze, true words.

Science advances misery

The peace was shattered by cluttered minds.
Clobbered souls fled to caves of darkness.

Every human is just a pile of memories of broken love, shattered dreams, unattained desires, ego, missed opportunities......

Learn to live in the absence of your own presence.

Not in modern news sources, but in mythical writings, wars make for interesting reading

Cold hands greeted gestures delayed by desiccated emotions.

Conflicts exist in human society with the sole aim of conquering other people's land and freedom.

I am ready to come off worse in any situation, for your sake.

Virulent Virus
Demeaning death
Lock down
Monotony
Trichotillomania

Hairless body!

The certainty of end quashes discontent with life's inevitability.

Darkness needs no companion.

Wood that produces pleasant sound is hollow on the inside, much as people who speak with an air of assurance on any subject are.

Is poetry a waste of time?

          Yes,

if you don't read it.

The worth of a rain drop is determined by the nature of  matter on which it falls.
Similarly, our worth is determined by  the nature of people we associate with.

You wilted because my love was tender.

I was ****** into your finely woven poetic web of seduction, unable to resist the allure of the danger ahead.

It's when you stop acting like a chunk of matter that matters.

The celestial forces drove us into each other's arms, but you used your earthly reasons to push me away.

Because humans discovered fire before language, they prefer to play with fire rather than words.

Even AIs will be biased
Because humans make them.

After I put the wedding ring on your finger,
you became the ring leader and I became the circus monkey.

If you receive humiliation with equanimity of mind,  you will
soon earn merit for receiving
felicitation.

Every awe has a flaw.

Do you think God is beyond our comprehension? You're mistaken; we are beyond our comprehension.

Time was less
Huge throng
Destination unknown
Legs dragged forward
while the mind dragged backwards
Caught between two opposing forces
Not sure which path to take
Stuck in a limbo!

The letter you wrote for me has arrived. It's wet. I'm not sure what made it wet—your tears or the rain that poured along the way. It cannot be read. But I'm curious which of my two conclusions would please you.

To see you, I came.
In your gaze, I recognised myself.