What's wrong with all of us?
Why are we so sluggish?
to survive.

A smile spares no one.

Flower colours differ.
The light that colors them, on the other hand, is colourless.

Go where ever  you want. If you think there is more to life.

A light drizzle.
Droplets of blood.
Dry ground soaks it up.
Tainted soil is still fertile
to welcome life again.

May we always be seen by those eyes in which we look good.

Life is so miserable that we often feel as though the sun rising and setting each day symbolises our birth and death for the day.

The times we are in right now seem to be unusual in certain ways.
You seem to always feel as though something you really needed in life has been lost forever, no matter what you have in life.

We are travelling quickly on a path that is blind to our misery.
We believe that destiny will unfold itself.
Our goals change, and so does our path.
Nothing appears to be close to where we want to be. But we keep moving.

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?

Every path we take to achieve our objectives is blind to suffering.

Everyone of us is a jigsaw trying to piece together clues to solve the other while ultimately staying unresolved.

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.

When the night increases my fear of living, I wish for an early sun rise.

Poetry, a synchronised outburst of the mind

You visit me once in a while.
Difficulties, on the other hand, are coming thick and fast.
I'm not sure what good it does to share my woes with you.
I suppose that you don't want to break your heart over my difficulties.

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

Heart stolen.
Empty.
No feelings inside.

In a world devoid of repentance,
where is peace?

Why is the play so dismal?
Is a retake possible?

Your hand of faith slipped.
My devoted heart sank.

When everything was over, I wanted to return. But my desire to wait till the end is what came to an end first.

If the wellspring of peace is the heart, it radiates.

Oh life, you are a wilted flower on the bare branch of undiminished desires.

I am peace itself, existing now in bits and pieces of it.

To be upset is to concede.

Only this moment, not ones that have come before or will follow, is real.

How close do I have to be for you to feel close to me?

Halfway between heaven and hell, we
    lie trapped inside our heads.

If there is faith upon faith, then dread cannot cling to life.

What happened is the reality, not what was heard or seen.

The spark has gone.
Only smoke is rising.

The spark has gone.
Only smoke is rising.

Life used to be sweet, sweet, and salty, salty.
Now it's plain sour, sour, sour....

Your radiant smile sparked a rainbow in the night sky.

Life would have become a daily carnival if every person's heart were a chariot carrying God.

The web of regret ensnares us eternally.

A writer, I am. Every time I pick up a pen to write something, I get the munchies.

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

Sat down under the
tree of solitude.


The air of  virtue
calmed the mind.


Life's restrictive
notion was set free.­


The soul radiated beauty.

Conchs of divine hearts are emitting mellifluous songs from the heavens, transported by winds of devotion. Sullen souls unfurl like flowers gently stroked by the sun, and joyfully float in the air like young birds on their maiden flight.

We are all shattered pieces of 
someone else's wrecked dream, each unrecognizable from the other.