I never believed in ghosts
till I married you.

Birth is conceived.

But life is inconceivable !

Love is the mother of life.
Life ends when love ends.

Never beg for love.

I am a forgotten part of your memory.

You could never get close to me because you couldn't correctly translate the impulses from my heart into your understanding.

Language can survive
Without Sound !

Heart knows only the language of
Silence !

Silent shores
Waves roar
life loses meaning
as reality is swept
away by the tide.

I am a traveler unaware of the destination.

Which shore I will reach?

Be a  poet even in the grave.

I expel the pain of life
through poetry.

Linguistic peace will soon
give way to Linguistic wars.

That will be Nasty !

Life and I, diggress.

You are worried about life.
But I am worried about my
unfinished poetry.

Six elements make human

life possible.

However, humans never

live in their elements.

Everything has a downfall.

Under the full moon light, bored and hungry street dogs disrupted elders' discussions about life's ups and downs.

Interspersed by the wandering clouds, the moon looked on.


The end of the day's activities was  signalled by the abrupt conclusion of the conversations.

Night took over life as day retired from view.

Even if it comes in the form of a slip of the tongue, confessing a past terrible mistake is an unreserved apology.

Stop where you are.
The Sun wants to
Shine on you one last
time.

Stop where you are.
The Moon wants
to kiss you one last time.

Stop where you are.
The Stars want to bless
you one last time.

Stop where you are.
I want to say good bye
to you one last time.

Is perplexity embedded in the mind the source of poetry?

Have you torn down the stairs to your soul so I can't enter or so you don't have to emerge to welcome me in?

Silence is the jewel of the heart.

Music and spirituality
Will be your companions
at the end of your life.

I believe my mind wears glasses that work exactly the opposite of what I wear over my eyes.
People far away appear close, while those closer to me appear far.

What is the point of writing poetry
if only to be forgotten by the readers.

Silly matter
Gully boys
Daggers drawn
Blood bath
Life proves again
it's silly to take
it seriously.

What is the future of truth ?

Dreams are reality in dreams !

Rather of searching for goodness elsewhere, start with yourself.

People in your dreams will be with you till your last breath.

You are a maverick if you hood wink the masses with your foolishness !

Obsession makes the pursuit of success secondary.

Mankind?

Nope.

Man-un-Kind.

I need nothing now
except a good back scratch
for adamant itching.

The naughty breeze pushed even the most emotionally stagnant people into a romantic mood.

Make your home anywhere there is a cluster of tightly packed plants, where there is an abundance of flowers, fruits, birds, and water, but no human vibes.

When banks refused to lend me loan, it is then I decided to renounce life and become a monk.

His mysterious foreboding dreams lifted him to the status of God. But when they started to become real with cruel regularity in his own life, it started to break his life.

A good poet is one who can think
and write against himself.

Live without the presence of mind

A foot ball is
kicked mercilessly
by 22 players
yet it
remains blissfull!

Unmindful of  its
wretched plight
spectators give standing
ovation to the heartless
players!

Life can be cruel on you
but you remain blissfull!

Who speaks for the dead?
When living beings live like dead.

All human achievements are
God aided.

What is the next move of God?

Did you suffer a fall in life;
Recover yourself and proceed.
Life has no halting stations.

There is hardly one
Who is'nt moved by
the peace radiated
by the divine soul.

blood sparks war

If humans did not have blood in their bodies, there would have been no wars on Earth.

One who lives without dreams
does not need a brain.

Character is like a tree.
Reputation, it's  shadow .

Tree is real but not it's shadow.

Imposters **** life.