Genius dead is not genius.

my old body is shaking

but my desires are as

steady as bean pole.

What good is tying a rope to a falling tree?
Who will tie the rope to the swaying wind?

Nothing is more tedious and pointless in life than looking for answers. It's nice to be surrounded by questions. The harassment caused by the answers is overwhelming.

Your untimely outbursts in the class, which you called "philosophical flares," actually added luster to your lectures because they served as a key for your students to access their memories of their time with you after they graduated.

We are born with the ability to love and hate ferociously. No freedom or emancipation exist for us!

The languid clouds were seduced to pour sweetened rain water on the serene hamlet when they witnessed untainted souls celebrating life in total bliss.

Days spent in happiness were shorter
than days spent in unhappiness.

Why would your enemies want to break into the castle you've built to protect yourself if you can't get out?

Birth is the mortal wound from which the soul wants to free itself.

The motive impacts the vision.

Vision changes when the motive
changes!

Don't get too cocky, Humans; your intelligence is shielded by brittle armour!

Where limitation is known, destiny appears to be clear.

Life tends to be an unprofitable endeavor when predictable things happen less and unpredictable things happen more.

Opposition or Sympathy
Don't count the two.
You need to move forward in life.
Just mobility matters in life;
feelings are not significant.

I cried when the winner rejoiced.
I was crushed when the loser sobbed.

The sky and the earth are one wherever you go.

The toads of imagination
have a life in a dream.

Why was life forced on me?
Was I a formless, weightless speck ​before?
What sin I committed to get this travail?
Who will take me back to my earlier sinless state?

Thoughts based on incorrect beliefs within a coarse mind operated as barricades, impeding the flow of knowledge.
Because of the multi-visioned outlook, perceptions did not correlate to reality in the genuine sense.
The heart was pounding with the echoes of the small pleasures that life had bestowed upon it.

Commend me for not living long,
but for living with a lacklustre mind.

Love won't come when called.
It's blind.
You have to hold its hand and walk.

Why are looking for infinity?
It's hidden in plain sight in you and me.

I did not offer any solutions for
injustices I had identified in human life because I knew that
Ideal is not real.

We were at odds with each other, but neither of us thought that the mistrust had not already run its course.

That one word you spoke in front of people I care about still stings.

My finest hour was when you called me to wish me on my birthday that I didn't mind celebrating.

An honour received after pleading is equivalent to slander received without pleading.

An addict never cares for the verdict.
He keeps his addiction as it gives him
timely benediction.

My heart's lamp of hope has 
been extinguished. 

The storm of pa­in is still 
raging inside it.

The dirt he had kicked up along the way blocked his view of the past.

The dawn sky was adorned with surreal clouds that inspired life-weary eyes. The clouds expanded through the sky as the day progressed, quickly becoming destructive and disrupting life on a laboured stroll.

We are shipwrecked on the rocks of desire.

If you ask me, I will dry the Atlantic Ocean and offer Titanic as a gift to you for undertaking a voyage together.

If there's a tune to silence.
There is a melody to speech.

Your desire to live a long life stems from a desire to leave an indelible mark on history, for otherwise, like an ant crushed to death by an unrepentant human, your insignificant life will be forgotten by all.

In the thorny garden of my heart, the plant you gifted has grown into a tree.
Fruits aren't falling from it now, but stones are.

Only those who have sinned can truly forgive others.

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

Reading your mind is like reading an ancient manuscript.

Difficult to understand, yet
fascinating.

You didn't treat me like a life partner. Instead, you treated me as if I were a model suitable for posing with you for a still photograph.

Your poetic heart acts as a pacemaker for my slow-thumping heart. Keep your poetry alive, to keep me alive.

Under the thatch you made with your blood, bones, and sinew, I still live.

A thousand hugs are worth a single glance from you.
A thousand prayers are worth a single word from you.

When you left me, it was as if a beautiful painting had been stripped away from a wall.

Let my poetry reflect your tribulation. Let my tears trickle out through your eyes.

Static space.
Everything appears painted.
Calculations of the human mind superfluous.
That begs the question:
why is there such a vast space 
for the tiny human brain to explore?

The web of regret ensnares us eternally.

The fragility of life is beginning to dawn on me as the sound of your footsteps fades.