Disappointments become your companions when ambitions outpace abilities.

Don't flee too far out of fear. When the fear is gone, it takes a long time to make the journey backwards.

Hey, don't follow my trail as if I am the last trace of hope for you. Another, more ardent, has found me.

When everything was over, I wanted to return. But my desire to wait till the end is what came to an end first.

If you are overly pleased with yourself, keep your source of happiness hidden from others.

When humanity fail to govern themselves, their ruins will sit on top of them.

Your memories expand in my heart as I listen to your music.

Everything is time-worn.

Sadly, poetry always follows me around like a debt collector. I scribble a line or two here and there out of sheer desperation to divert its constant attention from me.

Life nowadays can be compared to a dish that smells amazing but tastes bland when you bite into it.

Compassion is the root of every religion.

Silence is gratitude.

Her broadway smile
sent folks on a
wild goose chase.

She was willing to tell her story to anyone who would shed a tear for her.

No no....
your unrequited love..
that isn't poetry.

The spark has gone.
Only smoke is rising.

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.

Objects lure weak minds.
Strong minds are drawn to objectives.

One who seeks for his guru's origins never receives wisdom from him, but instead discovers a shambolic tale about his ancestors.

When was the last time we had a sweet conversation?

Sat down under the
tree of solitude.


The air of  virtue
calmed the mind.


Life's restrictive
notion was set free.­


The soul radiated beauty.

Your poetic heart acts as a pacemaker for my slow-thumping heart. Keep your poetry alive, to keep me alive.

The agony is terminable, but not the feelings created by it.

Oh life, you are a wilted flower on the bare branch of undiminished desires.

You wilted because my love was tender.

A yearn to set us free.

Life will be rewarding if you have the will to fully appreciate both the challenges and the joys.

Silence is the language of the souls.

We are Salmons with four limbs.
We bow to the life cycle by the weight of destiny.

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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Total success is equivalent to the sum of one's rectified blunders.

Let every poet plant a tree this year
to save the earth.

Name the tree after your favourite poem.

Poetry doesn't make any difference, but poet's can.

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

When his love was rejected, he vented his rage by penning romantic songs that only served to entice others to fall in love with him, but he cooly shrugged off their overtures.

Help the evil in obtaining salvation. At least then, the good can live in peace in this planet.

Now, only in art peace resides.

Even in the cemetery, a philosopher will think.

The day,strangely, seemed exhausted to begin the proceedings because humanity, inebriated with delusional hatred, was not awake to greet it.

Silence has victims.

Weapons create war.
War brings destruction.
Peace is born from understanding and love.

The distance between life and death is defined as destiny.

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.

Oh stars, you shine brightly but lack heart; as a result, you keep a distance from one another.

Although we are not made of light, we are all connected by a common heart.

My smile, which he wore on his face, hardly fitted him well, and it soon fell off, leaving him with a blank stare.

In the void of thought,
Silence cradles the soul's rest,
Peace in stillness found.

Everyone need followers to succeed

Politicians need followers

Cine actors need followers

Singers need followers

Story writers need followers

You tubers need followers

Goons need followers

Oh my heaven! even poets need followers!

Oh my God ! we need followers
during our journey to grave yard!