I can hear the grunt of a mighty bull  inside my mild mind, often.

As the empowering desire burst
through the imposing intellectual ­
barrier, the strong conviction was 
swept away by the fatal surg­e of 
passion.

Friendship forged in times of adversity is unlikely to last in good times.

People will abandon you once their legs gain strength.

Human life is not valued equally everywhere.

The yell "It's mine!" was the first call to war!

My mind is perplexed  whether it creates the thoughts or the thoughts it creates create it.

My mind is unsure whether it is the true mother of its thoughts or merely their surrogate?

The whole never emerges from the multitude.

The only thing that had grown dense around him was distrust.

Now, only in art peace resides.

A self-portrait in words.

Feed me your rage so that I can write sweet poetry about you in my heart that will make your heart sweet again.

You misread me and split our relationship by erroneously splitting the words I wrote in my letter.

Now I'm not sure who's to blame for our breakup.

My choice of words or your interpretation?

Why is everything fuzzy beneath the vivid blue sky

When the hearth is kindled by rage,
it sets the cloud on fire.

Living aloof
Living disconnected
Living without any urge
to live
Living without the weight
of having to live.

They haven't seen me.
They haven't spoken to me.
They haven't heard me.
Yet, they castigate me.
Who,other than humans
can do this?

As the sarcastic remarks got bigger, the wound in her heart got bigger.

He stood there,
Staring up at the sky.
It looked like
his own confused
Mind.

Let's walk together as far as your legs will take us.

The rain drops were star shaped and sparkled- didn't enrich the earth- but  added a gleam to its gloomy face.

A twisted rope- tied to perishable attractions- self deceived- self strangulated.

Eternity, not time, governs creation.

He dragged his reviled fallen shadow into the sea and drowned it there, reclaiming his freedom.

Your similing eyes shone like a beacon
to my tear-streaked, wandering eyes.

He was a silent pickle
that exploded when
squeezed on the tongue.

Her broadway smile
sent folks on a
wild goose chase.

Living as a contradiction in the midst of contradictions

Tears welled up in my eyes whenever those old memories returned.

Can't stay on the run forever,
It's time to tie the knot with life.

When beauty fails to ******.

Every failed human action is a crisis.

We will be free one day.

My life-
an unread, untitled, dust laden novel resting on a messy shelf.

He would only sing his heartfelt melodies, alone, on days when the entire sky was lit by starlight, creating a unique emotional ambiance.

He was poor, with no words
to write poetry.

Dreams are
glue to
Memories.

Because of you, because of you,
I started dreaming.

Because of you, because of you,
I stopped dreaming.

The soft self illuminating inner self began to flood out when he cracked the hard shelled ego.

Her ever dropping spirits for life were hidden behind the smile she hung over her face at all times.

When he rested his perniciousness-filled head on it, the dead stone awoke and dived into a ravine.

When peace is lost, hope is lost with it.

The silence he left behind mirrored his character....

Endured quite a while.

Our expressions become prosthetic when we have our emotions amputated.

O God! more are born here for fancy than serious purpose.  The world is overflowing with whimsical people who have made life a mockery. Please stop this.

The majority of us are trapped in the sediments of our memories and will never be able to escape from there for the rest of our lives.

His greatness stemmed from his willingness to put his life as a collateral for the sake of his fellow humans.

When life turns into a mission, time turns into a breeze.