Some people live like a Weeping

Willow Tree.

Shunned and Short lived.

I went to the woods
to live nameless and
blameless

While in the crowd
I was called aloud
took blame after blame

Aghast and tired
I went to the woods
to live nameless and
blameless.

Don't stare at me
I am a human too

Peace is the goal of all endeavours.

The dread dreads the dread in me

With your dream of a family, children, and a happy home, you defused my exploding dreams.

I fell for it because it seemed within my grasp.

Her broadway smile
sent folks on a
wild goose chase.

You will never be able to escape your mind. The unyielding thoughts protect the most difficult prison in the universe: the mind.

What overcomes darkness eventually reverts to it.

Your belief in me is the only thing you left behind that I still possess.

If human mind had pre editing facility
We could have avoided all the conflicts of the past and the present.

This time too will pass,
         forever.

His views were like roasted seeds: they didn't produce any unfavorable outcomes.

Even if the entire human horde is blinded by sight, war will be a spectacle.

Mind:
Always slanting inward.
sinks under its own weight.

For you, misunderstanding is a game of hide and seek.
For me, it is a play of trauma and regret.

Even in defeat, a person with a triumphant smile on his face is a winner.

Since there was no other way to save 
your name for all eternity, I scribbled it in the sky.

My philosophy of life is simple:
Live happily every day.

Silence is the hymn of the Soul.

During its plummet to the ocean floor, the pebble wobbled. Once settled at the bottom, it was not bothered by the waves that washed across the ocean's surface, frequently and often violently. Before settling down in the self, the mind like the pebble goes through a comparable journey.

Why did you always react in silence?

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You must have practical common sense in order to succeed.

Want to relieve the past?

Come, let us play the game of

Marbles on the Church grounds.

Holy Yew trees are waiting for us.

Silence is a spiritual denial of everything that has ever been known to you.

What's happening is a mystery to me.
Where it will all end is a mystery to me.
I have no option but to whirl with the globe like a lifeless object placed at the edge of a cliff by nature to mystify itself.

Tread the un-treaded path.
Think of the inconceivable.
Do the improbable.
Big or small does not matter,
You will be viewed seperately.

The Sun rise is stalled.
The Moon rise is skipped.
The Earth deserts its orbit.
Space retreats into nothingness.
Time elopes with infinity.
The dream ends.

Colors mix well in human painting
but not in human life.

Your statements are generally well received, with the exception of the last one: "I have grown to become a celebrated poet."

Hey, what happened in a moment?
I lost sense of your presence.
I have never experienced anything like this.
Losing myself in an emotional void.
I have to figure out this before I loose sense of my being again.

In memory of a long lost friend.

You have ripped a hole in my life.
My life hasn't been in rhythm since you filled my heart with memories.
Although you've arrived earlier than expected, your memory has abandoned me. My heart's door is prepared to shut since you decided to stay outside.

Abrupt loss of imagination
After a flash of your image
before half dazed eyes.

Wrongly shuffled memories.
Difficult experiences to the fore.
Fond memories strewn about in inaccessible space.
Life always seemed to be a rerun of bad fortune.

Why is it that everyone paints the future as bleak?
Our future will be bright as ever if we use the right color and brush to paint it.

When your heart is blind, you are blind.

A shattered heart.
A scattered mind.
Life is insurmountable.

When will we learn to live together?

Every leaf on the tree where she grieved every day fell off, unable to take the torment of her suffering.

You said that you had given up on my love.

That is a ridiculous claim!

Nothing that isn't yours can be given up.

Un-moored time.
Infinity born and
disappeared.
Time in hot pursuit.
Eternity beacons both.

You are sitting in an unseen place.
Everyone's story has been written by you.
Drama that never ends.
You see, God, you're just having fun.

I got the sobriquet
"Poet of the fall"
after my poems
fell to the ground
without life in them.

I turned Sky into Ocean and Ocean into Sky to prove that Sky is not the limit for my poetic imagination.

Why does light need a shadow?

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

We are shipwrecked on the rocks of desire.

His on stage shows were like a moonlit rainbow, rare but spectacular.

Like a tree, which cannot see its roots, neither can we see the roots of the tree known as creation.

When the eyes were first opened, there was no life to be seen; only the walls.