You searched God everywhere, but finally discovered him residing as true love in my heart.

The air you breathed had a distinct personality from the air around you.

When the actors start killing each other, the play of life loses its legitimacy.

Many of the chasms you created in my life are now too big for me to cross.

Lord, I'm finding my way in life led by the light that your eyes cast.

I am not chasing my dreams
because they are are getting older.

His words echoed the same confidence and trust that the church bell radiated.

You triumph over life when you gain the ability to silence the thoughts in your mind.

People vicariously slay a person's character after he dies, creating an enduring myth from which the real person never emerges.

Don't be alarmed when a blackhole rips a star apart; it's the universe's version of cooking spaghetti in a skillet.

What is the horizon of the fate?
Aren't humans able to see it?

Ego hits its peak
at death.
It won't let
the body move!

Older the tree.
Tasty is the fruit.

Body of human-
a DNA litter!

Nine long months to birth.
Just one moment to death.
Within the short stay,
wishes to rule the world.

We lose our sense of empathy when we forget that we have a heart inside our chest.

An addict never cares for the verdict.
He keeps his addiction as it gives him
timely benediction.

Your statements are generally well received, with the exception of the last one: "I have grown to become a celebrated poet."

Music is not an art of sight
It's an art of conscious listening
Poetry is not an art of writing
It's an art of artistic expression

You are fire of St.Elmo!
I am now sleeping on a pyre
After receiving a bolt of your ire
Set me on fire !

My diet was your recollections.
I didn't have any other cravings.

What could be a more tragic fate for a newborn than being born in a war-torn country?

How can a cloud with lightning in its guts never catch fire?

By a long shot, nature beats our calculations.

Trepidations inside the mind
Eyes blinded by fear
A slow walk to the hill
No human soul
had ever visited the place
The hooting of the
Owl pierces the air
There stands a lonely
statue
Ravaged by weather
and time
My eyes wanted to see that
I don't want leave it
since I have no one to welcome me back home.

I'm afraid I won't be able to fill-in for 
the ones you miss dear­ly.

You must understand that life is not a
fiction.

When the craving mind realizes the limitations of the physical frame in which it is housed, it gradually transforms into a grieving mind.

Why did the bird that had been sitting on the branch for quite some time suddenly fly away when it saw me?

Now I'm haunted by a thousand soul-searching questions?

I slid in and out of your sight because catching your attention meant hearing your long burst of self-adulation.

Since your stumbling conversations never seemed to move life forward, I walked out of your life.

When compared to your physical calesthenics, your intellectual calesthenics produced more significant results.

Will your victory  be sweet only if it comes at my expense?

Although the poetic spirit awoke in you late in the day, it didn't help anyone because your vicious poetry tore the society's finely woven fabric of inter-community bonding apart in no time, culminating in long-drawn violent clashes.

What tomorrow?
to
Life has descended
to
Why tomorrow?

An irritated nature shrugged it's shoulders, slowly.
Many pests that were hugging it were thrown off.

The five elements of nature won't destroy each other. But they will band together to destroy all visible manifestations of nature.

You believed that your scholarly disposition would elevate your social standing. But what you didn't realize was that people admired those whose art had a positive impact on their lives. You were a clear loser on that count.

There is no greater injustice than ignoring others' contributions to language development while emphasizing your own.

When we hugged, I realized you had broken the vow.

I gave up all my desires because you did not accept my soul as yours.

The sole purpose of creation is to show itself as light which is otherwise dark.

Your cryptic  conversations  never allowed me to penetrate the inner recesses of your mind. So I was always walking on the fringes, befuddled.

Under the thatch you made with your blood, bones, and sinew, I still live.

Can we DECOLORISE our minds?

I wasn't worried about missing you forever when you left; instead, I was weighing what I gained and what I lost during my long relationship with you.

Your soulful melodies won you millions of fans, but not me, your life partner, because I knew you just sang them to your childhood sweetheart and not to anyone else.

What if ants come up with their own version of mobile phones.
Their strictly ordered life will go
hay-wire just as ours.

Begrudged you were of my success
you connived with my detractors to end my good run. But I survived because my success was built on perseverance rather than luck.

If you had put the same effort into your poetic endeavors as you did in making me your own, it would have been more worthwhile.