Out of sheer helplessness, he described all his acts including frequent bursts of uncontrollable empty smiles on his gloomy face, as gaffes.

I am just a remanant of somebody's
Dream.

My poetry is like a blind horse
that has ran amok !
Can you bring it under control?

keep failing
but keep smiling
your smile will invite success into your life
sooner than you think.

Always your shadow will be faithful to you.

nothing can define success better than your own efforts.

Hey ..don't worry about success

It's ok to fail

We are like petals in a flower. In the beginning we live like a one single  group. Then we start to drop off one by one thoroughly decimating the flower that had once hosted us.

You cannot write my biography
because you do not know my biology.

Neglect leads to agression.

It's easy to contaminate water and mind. But purification is not easy.

It is nature to eat when hungry
to have lunch, though not hungry
is inanity.
to feed the hungry is real Culture

You are in my Universe.

I am everything you
need to explore.

The source of my  invisible joy

is your mystic presence !

Live briefly because,

life swings from majestic to macabre quickly

You are your best lover

The breath you took
away from me
has returned with
your  dreams

Should I exhale or
Inhale it?

People say ;
Poetry makes nothing happen

Poets say;
Poetry wants nothing to happen
It happens on its own!

I am the "word" left unsaid
by You.

A ******* skeptic is one

who is skeptical of his

own skepticism.

One who preaches often errs.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.