Who is the witness to a fake life?
Do the people we live with resemble the images in our hearts?

Close to everything.
Not fixed in anything,
like a dream.

It is difficult to go on.
There isn't an option.
The darkness of life beckons.

Walls of bad luck obstructing progress.
An expanding gulf of hopelessness leads to an abyss of misfortune. Into a place from where there is no turning back, the soul dives.

A distortion of space.

Does it matter whether the log is burned from the front or the back?

Life is a log with two burning ends.

Nothing here isn't much.
Even if you unwrap and spill, everything remains the same.

Gotta live here.
Gotta die here.
You have nowhere to go.

The sea of life has no harbours.

The wind of faith has carried hope to the shore.
Dare to dream once again.

Half a life is lived each day.
Not yet lived a full life.

Yesterday, life was a promise.
Today, it's a curse.

May we all experience an unique, unrestricted dream of destiny in one another's poetry.

Not giving back to others what you have received from them.

Can a goat follow the same path that an elephant has taken?

Something goes wrong every time I think of you. Today, I lost one of my last teeth.

Good deeds performed while under the influence of others are short-lived. Without influence, good deeds decline.

You claimed that the drawing I made of you had no soul. I'm sorry to say that it isn't even present in the actual person.

A honey dew fell softly on the leaf.
My soul's silence was broken.
It agitated the God within me.

A cocktail of illusion and strong feelings.
Sip gently to enjoy.

Although an eternal curtain fell on a simple and beautiful chapter of your pious spirit, your flawless innocent smile, unconditional love, heartless jokes...are still fresh in my heart.

Once the sun has set,

My mental fortitude wanes.

Mental demons seize control.

Addiction to worry diminishes life.

In between a life of anguish and fleeting bliss, praying and whining persisted unabatedly.

A token effort to fill a life that is empty.

I initially didn't understand what you said, but after a while I realised it was measured. It now seems excessive.

life now is a harsh reality,

an enjoyable memory later.

Insight is absent from desire.
Sin is blind.
Pain is merciless.

What is there in the world to win?
If you don't let yourself down, it will be enough.

The richness of silence is speech's poverty to the intellect.

Every day I worship life by offering my poetic flower.

Silence is a prayer.

On some days, poetry can be elusive, much like our promises.

The words you used to reassure your mind have incited a riot in my head.

A digging mind never experiences peace

How is it that the ears can hear the mind speak?

There is no use in searching for significance in life because neither its beginning nor its conclusion were authorised by you.

That unfinished smile was the last thing I expected to see after everything you said and did to demonstrate your antagonism to me.