Craving for recognition
You begged every soul.
But fools who did so
before you, received
medals of greatness but are
now lying under the soil
as pieces of bones,
while their medals are
rusting above.

You over drafted on my love account
and fell into  love debt.

I over drafted on your bank account
and you fell into money debt.

I adopted your way of thinking today and became the person you were the day before.

Why do people who share the same sky behave so differently? Is it the soil in which people grow their food or the water they drink that causes them to behave differently from others?

Why does a person becomes warm hearted on his last day at work, and not on other days?

I didn't tell you about his leaving this place because I didn't think it would affect your feelings.

You are struggling with ideas.
I am struggling without ideas.

I don't want to speculate on the the intentions behind your utterances, which I know were meant only to hurt me.

Majority die unheeded in life,
just as weeds splattered on a paddy field disappear into the soil after a rain fall.

Your heart, though weak,
beats regularly arrythimacallly,
Not out of love for me,
but out of fear of its death.

If you don't have Ego,
You will go onto live forever.
Death is for the Ego, not to the spirit.

I said "it's a big let down".

She said "it's a big let off".

I  will write
for eternity
if you promise
to read everything
I write.

You had promised me that you will translate all of my poems into a widely spoken foreign language.

Now, your volt face, declaring my poems unworthy of even a single read, has jolted my faith in my poetic abilities rather than in your intentions.

Because of the limited space, you cannot spend much time at the summit. You must stand with one foot in the air.

It's not possible to continue my relationship with you because you always quoted incidents from my  past to regale your friends without giving consideration to my deep indifference to it.

Tragedies are often preceded by guail and revelry.

Fatal attractions.
Allure of beauty.
Images entice the mind.
Logic overwhelmed by
Creative instincts.
Resistance offered at first.
A tame surrender in the end.
Nature is self creating.

The sky has turned grey.
Is Mother Earth getting old?

Slaves we are of our mind and society
at first, and slaves we are of our fate in the end.

Your simple, sweet, and innocent
handwave gave me joy like no
oth­er thing in the world.

I flew at the edge of lunacy. I had lost the battle of wits with self. A spark of inspiration ended the nightmare. Life transformed was life inspiring.

I found my book "I Lost You" under 
your couch.

Nothing has stayed with me as long as your last teary smile.

When stars and planets fell out of favour, life was guided by the humble Gecko sound.

Un-moored time.
Infinity born and
disappeared.
Time in hot pursuit.
Eternity beacons both.

You delivered love in snippets
when I needed it in torrents.

When humans become lax,
Nature begins to change.

When nature becomes lax,
humans begin to vanish.

A brokered peace hardly lasted till the antegonists allowed the peacemakers to benefit from it.

When I hear you tell everyone that our marriage didn't last long because we couldn't agree on which beverage to drink every night, it makes me laugh in disgust.

I always wipe my tears with the muslin hankie you gave me.

All pursuits are in vain if
they cannot free life
from the morass of pain.

How to keep yourself out of the flock?

Go to the next level.

When two hearts moved apart, the schism became a chasm.

Your metaphors in poetry merely held the speech, not the image you had in mind.

Poems written on the spur of the moment failed to pique the reader's attention because they simply expressed the poet's emotional state at the time.

Your are not on the same plane of consciousness as I am right now.

So, your statements on our past run-in
seems to be empty echoes of the past.

Past tense is simple.
Future looks bleak.
Present is silly.

My mind being ever in spate,
can anyone build a dam across it
to stem the overflow of thoughts.

The wildfire on your  tongue has stoked the fires of hate all over the world.

How to put out the fire that's been dancing wildly on your rambunctious tongue.

Let me pour waters of the holy river into your mouth to douse the fire of hatred that is burning your tongue and the whole world.

You will see other stars only after the Sunset.

Finally, at the end of this drama
me and my shadow will unite.

Why does the night widen the gap between lovers?

I lost you in  a dream.
You lost me in reality.

Unimpeachable !

"love is blind?" did you say?

"No".

Then, what did I hear you say?

"love has no mind?"

I couldn't weigh my options because you were standing on the weighing machine.

Except in my poetry, having a realistic expectation of your coming good in life is not a plausible possibility.