The motive impacts the vision.

Vision changes when the motive
changes!

I was elated by the success
but held back by the envy
it produced in others.

The mind lingered on the subject it had been urged to restrict.

Whenever I tried to forget you, I was forced to remember you.

He received less endorsements from the people because his physical traits did not complement the art he was pursuing.

Because his mind could never guide him to his true nature, he used it as an enabler.

What do you own in this world to renounce it? You own nothing. You can only renounce your desire for the world.

He acquired aloofness as a strategy to keep himself off people's radar, not as a result of any spiritual experience.

You said that you had given up on my love.

That is a ridiculous claim!

Nothing that isn't yours can be given up.

When thoughts of divinity were sprinkled on the static bud inside the cavitated space, it blossomed into a beautiful flower.

Because your personal experiences mirrored mine, I became closer to you.

He valued peace beyond all else.
He would never give up that for anything.

A self absorbing beauty
is  a distraction for the self and the multitude.

You are the thought that dominates your mind at any given time!

True peace descends on the individual when his mind quells its urge to use the sense organs for sensory gratifications.

When he died, his organs were donated to others who needed them, he was reincarnated inside several people.

What right do you have to come into my life and torment me while claiming to be my long-lost friend?

He grew alone and without much social contacts, and as an adult, he frequently struggled with figuring out how to play his role in his life, which frequently resulted in fauxpas and landed him in dire problems.

Life for him was a tough nut to crack.

The shattered walls of that desolate and desecrated city wept, silent witnesses to the ****** of countless innocent children and adults in the war.

It's possible that I may not have any place in your memory. But you are in my memory as a treasure trove of childhood memories.

They needed my presence, yet I was treated as intangible.

Before we confront social and political persecution, we are persecuted by our own minds.

In search of divine truth, he left his parents.
He recognized that breaking free from the grips of his family was essential for his quest for higher truth, which necessitated unwavering devotion.

Philanthropy cannot hide philandery.

The Holy Spirit dwells where the human spirit does not venture.

He had been deafeningly silent since birth. His worried parents had given up hope that he would ever speak. But when the enlightened Guru asked him "who are you?" Finally, he opened his mouth and unhesitatingly said, "I am the eternal silent spirit".

His life was falling into despair. Because everyday she was heading to bed with her mobile.

The controversy he sparked raged long after he was gone, like rain droplets trickling down a branch after the rain had stopped completely.
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He had a great desire to say the unsayable, and he used poetry to not only fulfill that desire but also to make it appear palatable.

Why is he soaking the rain with water?

Passionate feeling that arose in the mind, in-voluntarily, turned into a life-long obsession and overwhelmed everything else.

His indifference was misinterpreted as arrogance by many around him.

He had understood that removing impurities arising in the mind as a result of human interactions was absolutely necessary for divinization of his life.

Thoughts that have nothing to do with our life but those of others scald our minds.

When you don't acknowledge others' role in your life, you're denying your own existence.

His anti-corruption campaign came to a end when it was uncovered that he had taken bribes from the people he intended to target with his campaign.

Except for the characters who imposed terms on him, his life remained unchanged.

Every day could be our final stage show.

Poetry has lost its allure for me.
However, jotting one or two lines makes me as happy as having one or two pints of *****.

If you had to pick the most peaceful place in the universe, it would be my tiny, humble village. Life and death happens here in silence.

Life is an avenue to peace.
Walk alone.

Your torrential love swept me away.

The light and the mind basically does the same thing; They give color to anything they come into contact with.

Only the nocturnal critters who **** my blood, which tastes sweet to them, care about my ****** existence.

Support they needed of me,
though not valued much,
for making their lives meaningful
to themselves, but when offered,
not acknowledged with sincerity.

He kicked up a storm and vanished, leaving others to circle around it.

He went;
but left
a heavy
load of
memories
with me.

Under the barrel of a gun peace cannot survive.

He lived like a person who has been expelled from his own mind since he never accepted its machinations.

Thoughts had a propensity to
crystallise at the bottom
of his heart and become solid opinions.
However, he always deliberately
gave a false impression of his
perception in order to lead people astray.
He succeeded in his game plan of falsification of opinions.