We all show merely fabricated emotions, while our actual emotions are exiled.

Breath is 
not in my control.
It's under your control, O my lord. Only devotion is mine.

Stilted and  hideous thoughts.
Mind pounded from all directions.

In your heart is the god you searched in the distant land.

While you consider yourself an heir,
Your heir is close behind you, getting ready.

The voice is yours.
The name is mine.
You added the tune
to my exhaled breath.
The voice is yours.
The effort is mine.

I didn't know that you would come. But I didn't know why I wouldn't exclude that possibility.

My heart has only one chamber.
There is no where you can hide.

By sowing seeds of knowledge and devotion, I shall repay my debt to the land where I was born.
That is sufficient to earn my Lord's grace.

What do I have?
When everything is yours.
Who knows, if everything goes well, I might succumb to you and become your valued possession.

If life becomes the inadvertent path of sorrows, it becomes a complete tragedy.

Insults were heaped on the poor soul.
The power to swallow was enormous, like the deep ocean.
Death that arrived on time was peaceful.

Do not get stuck in the rigid dimensions  of Life. Go Beyond them. Add new dimesions to life.

A few rapid steps and you're on your way to a predictable fall.

­Taking a few sure steps
equilibrium has been achieved.

It had be­en a delicate balancing act 
all along, until time induced frailty 
led to the eventual collapse.

Thoughts only mature in the nurseries of some minds.
Others never see a harvest in their lifetime.

Live in bliss, oblivious to your significance, as a flower is oblivious to its fragrance.

Be different from the same.

Every day, life begins afresh, with yesterday defeated forever.

I'm tired of living in a predator vs. prey world.
How often can you become prey?

We will speak the language of our hearts only in our dreams.

Patience has no peers.

A mountain of sins washed ashore at the end of the conflict mixed with the blood of vanquished and victor's.

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

I scented the bees so they 
wouldn't look for it among 
the flowe­rs.

keep your pace..... keep your pace.... your tired legs might come across the treasure that the disgruntled souls have left behind.

Every coin will not be flipped.

Layers of creation.
One is superior to the other.
The governing entity is the same in all of them.
The mind that forsaked itself saw the wonder.
The speck became spectacular when the confusion ended.

Be your soul's stillness.

Asymetric behaviour.
Mental algorithm gone awry.
Fault lines become apparent.
All it takes is a single impulsive act to set everything on fire.
Impetuous minds working overtime to find logical way to start the destruction.

Because I need certain folks in the audience to watch my performance, I can't erase everyone from my memory.

Terrestrial centred talks.
Words flowed uncontrollably from
voice chords that are dripping wet.
All of the words were gathered by the extended earlobes.
Life revolved around tales fabricated from dubious facts.

One who hides his ill-gotten wealth hides himself from it when it is discovered by others.

I was waylaid by your silent stare. Since then, my life has tumbled into an absolute void.

Their patience had few peers.
Progress was stymied by delinquent rulers.
Poverty was compulsory in the realm 
of harsh sunlight.
The voracious mouth of the desert consumed the land of sustenance.
Many eyes closed permanently when their hearts refused to beat in defiance of oppression against making one's dreams real.
Few cared for the catastrophe that hit the poor hard like it always has.
No one cries for those who aren't visible to their shameless naked eyes.

Myriad of emotions.
Not a single projected goal.
No faith in a single soul.
Self glory marks every speech.
Made to bear on the hapless.
It's a whimper of an exit.

A well-crafted piece of poetry;
When words failed to reveal their true meanings in the hearts of readers, it went bust.

When you opt to walk alone, 
even trees won't give you company.

Corrugated emptiness.
Life is lurching beneath fear.
Loneliness is beseiged by expectations
There was no witness to the demise of dreams.

Thoughts crisscrossed my mind like overcrowded commuter trains, but I opted not to ride on them.

When the mind is unmindful of itself, Life appears to be a dream devoid of characters.

With one flirty smile, several lives came to a halt in their tracks.

When your sugar is low, don't write poetry.
It will not have a sweet flavour.

Every time I am born as someone's child, whose fatherhood should I celebrate?

If our minds can be like the pure white screen that remains unblemished even after a terrible battle scene has been shown on it, we can claim to have attained the pinnacle of dispassion.

People blinded by fear-fueled rage are hurling spears everywhere.
The peace-filled chests will be the first to be pierced.
A few blood-soaked pages will be added to history's collection.
Everyone casually says the drama has reached it's finale.

As I travelled over the badly rutted road of my memories, I encountered my foes, who had been weakened by my absence and were hoping to catch a glimpse of me in order to resume their role.

I can see a faint plume of smoke rising from your heart, accompanied by a burnt-flesh odour, which I believe is the result of your remarkable prayer to God to right a world plagued by apathy toward the impoverished.

In my life's journey, I met others who, like me, had lost their way.

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

Unholy thoughts surfaced beneath the holy garb.External symbols could not restrain the mind not fixed on the highest ideal.