The purpose of life is not merely the fulfillment of dreams, which have a limited objective and dimension, but the culmination of a journey at the point where it began, decisively.

We're surrounded by our own
characters.

Cold hands greeted gestures delayed by desiccated emotions.

It's when you stop acting like a chunk of matter that matters.

Time was less
Huge throng
Destination unknown
Legs dragged forward
while the mind dragged backwards
Caught between two opposing forces
Not sure which path to take
Stuck in a limbo!

Life, like dreams, is provisional.

The toads of imagination
have a life in a dream.

Every tearful moment was dubbed a "watershed moment" by him.

Thoughts Fermented
Creativity wept.
Life didn't respond
to the call of destiny.

Nothing will ever be like the past.

I won't cry when you leave because I'm too worried about my loneliness.

What I've just deleted from my memory is your most eloquent memory.

Only the brave march forward, while the fearful retreat, mistaking oasis for traps.

Doubts masquerade as fears, stalking a vulnerable mind.

Time became stale
when people who ruled it
passed away.

Much of life is spent zigzagging through thoughts.

Life becomes a tussle when thoughts act like crossword puzzles.

His nimble hand has begun to remove the pictures he sketched many millennium ago.

Nature's colourful expression!

When was the last time we had a sweet conversation?

When obsession becomes fate
Life becomes a straightjacket affair.

You can reconcile with your past only when the past is way past you.

Even if the entire human horde is blinded by sight, war will be a spectacle.

His roving mind
settled on the driftless
soul
Creating a timeless bliss.

Arrive at the point where all that arises from "I" dissolves into it.

If I could meet someone who is just like me, I would be able to live the life of my dreams once more.

I never aroused any feelings in you about me, but when you looked at me, the feelings you already had for me emerged.

Death is brought about by the very thing that the mind intensely craves for.

Everything may go according to plan.
Everything may go wrong.
Who knows, something in the middle of these two extremes might occur.
Life has the ability to change the course of its story at any time.

When stars lose their light, they become sky scars.

Winter blues, spooky nights
Moon is gloomy.
Life lurks under the veil of dread.

Darkness drunk souls roamed like angles when light drunk with envy blew like a wayward breeze.

Why are looking for infinity?
It's hidden in plain sight in you and me.

Tokenism reduces ideals to inanimate things.

To his neighbors, his presence was like a perfume kick, but to his family, it was toxic gas.

Pursuing victory for personal glory is not a honourable thing.

In the den of over indulgence, time becomes garbage.

I, the man, am not the problem. I, the mind, am the problem.

I changed my Sandals when people advised me to take a new step in life.

The mind, like a fossil, is constantly trying to cling to its decommissioned past.

I'm taking the same path you did 
when you first came into my lif­e to 
figure out what your true objectives
are.

The one who relieves us of our pain is God.

Why did I end up here? Does poetry need me or  I need poetry? Is poetry now  my solace, hope and a way of life? How I can break free from this poetic quagmire?

Words jumped around in my poetry like mustard seeds in boiling oil, oblivious to the philosophical notion in my head, leaving readers bewildered as to what I was attempting to communicate.

A star is born from dust.

His mind went back and forth between courting disbelief and summoning unholy spirits. It stuttered its way through delirium drills before plunging into the abyss of uncertainty.

Reckless actions, flawed results, and a flop life came to a standstill.

Are we nature's teaser?
The grand show isn't on yet?

Your tongue reveals your pedigree.

Unfounded expectations.
Mind prayed on the
vulnerable.
In the dark, the elusive figure
slips out of grasp,
leaving an obnoxious
Smell behind.