You offered me a smile that wasn't like the kind you give when you see someone; it was like an invitation to spend the rest of my life with you!

Your smile has a hundred different meanings, whereas mine has only one: despair.

I told you exactly what I wanted to say.
Leave it to me to deal with it if you don't like it.

Everything related with mankind is beyond measure in these difficult times.
Our desire is inexhaustible.
Our words have no limits.
Our rage is uncontrollable.
Our lust is unfathomable.
Our hunger is immeasurable.
Our imagination is limitless.
Finally, the disasters we confront are unimaginable.

People who damage others with impunity will only stop when their actions ******* them.

If you keep digging, you'll eventually find something shiny.

Those who leave us for no reason are also born without reason.

When you are a castaway, no one will come looking for you unless they are lured to you by the deception they may play on others.

Sugar does not attract ants.

When we do something we shouldn't.
What isn't supposed to happen, will.

We are like the Moon.
We have many faces.

Everything could've been different.
If the mindset of today existed back then.

Sorry, I drew your portrait, but it resembles the person I cherish in my heart.

If the colour of the sky changed with the status of human existence, it would be pitch black right now!

Except for you, everything I have is yours.

Why do we painstakingly write our stories on a blank sheet of paper called life, which eventually self-immolates without remorse?

Do you think God is beyond our comprehension? You're mistaken; we are beyond our comprehension.

When we rub our emotions on inanimate things they turn into tools of our personalities.

The universe became a diamond speckled ocean of light when the sky turned into glass.

Who is it that I am writing poems for?
To my invisible soul?
To my invisible mind, perhaps?
Or is it to my forgotten forefathers?
Is this for my inverted ego?
There are no clues yet...

Where did nature's and humans' tenderness go?

I'm baffled as to why my tears couldn't put out the flames of melancholy in your grieving heart.

It is impossible to say goodbye to fate.

Little semicircular smiles flickered across the face frequently, masking the ocean of sarcasm beneath.
Under the guise of dressed up feelings, life sped by.

A visual slavery?

Is it enough if the light of the full moon falls on a bare cloud?

If everyone only takes the best that is available, life would eventually become a dry straw.

The universe is a vast self-luminous web suspended in every tiny mind.

You must be carried to your final resting place, no matter how long you fly above the sky.

What is it about destruction that you find unique?

When big rocks are pushed loose by force, the dust that clings to them is flung off.

The cloud of suspicion thickens.
The trust connection has been
se­vered.
The innocent fingers of a crazy man
hit the destruction button.
The Sun's light is obliterated by dense
smoke.

Hey, you egotistical humans, do you realise that it is little creatures, not you, that rule the world?

Life is like a menu without a receipe.

Poetry is more than just a way of expressing emotions.

It is a heart-to-heart communion.

Your ephemeral presence in my life was enough to make me wonder why society views long term relationships as a reflection of an individual's life accomplishment.

When you agreed to help me,
I doubt, it was a decision you took without any hesitation.

Without support, an artist and a creeper will perish.

If my relationship with my sleep is ruined, my life is ruined.

Life on the boil

Turn it off.

As I rested my head on your chest, despite being born deaf, I could hear waves of compassion pouring from your heart.

Let your Broadway Smile be your ****** screen saver.

Your soulful smile washed away all the bad luck in my life.

Thoughts joust with each other, entrenched in fleshy layers. When summoned, everything fell into place like an image on a crazy quilt mosaic.

I'm spending my days in agony, trying to figure out what you wanted to tell me before you left me forever.

In the mind, dark and ominous clouds of conspiracy gather.
The heart of logic is disabled by a 
powerful immoral lig­htning bolt.
The mind swings back and forth between reality and f­antasy.
The delusional plagued mind's decision is rash and unreasonable.

Empty stares.
Fate faltered.
Life halted.

Since I had hung many rainbows in my eyes to dry, I viewed the world in more vibrant colours than others.

Self-discovery was thwarted by induced reality.
Every living creature was kept busy enough to thrive by constant snipes from ubiquitous elements.
Creation's trump card is deception.

When the path recedes.
Life walks backwards.