His family name was the only thing that stood out in his personality.

Is it okay if I use your chilli impulses in the flour I use to make my poetic pakodas?

While I wait for your smile to blossom into a flower so I can pluck it from your face and place it on mine, it has remained a bud.

Innocence filled the first stride of life, while desire guided the subsequent steps.

Imbibe life slowly and silently.

Life is in no hurry to finish the job.

Where dream becomes a mission, hurdles become a stairways to success.

Do you have the heart of a child?
Then life is a child's play!

What can you salvage from a stale life?

Poetry glows like rolling lightning that has been kissed by the crown of the snow-covered peak when it successfully conveys the emotions that are buried deep inside the heart.

Can the eyelashes forget one another?

You came into my life as a cool breeze, but quickly turned into a headwind, halting my progress. I've now turned into a tailwind for you.

Thoughts in fermentation.
The poetic kettle is bursting with an invigorating brew.

If life becomes the inadvertent path of sorrows, it becomes a complete tragedy.

I had no idea what they knew.
I didn't want to know what they knew.

Your eyes unwittingly revealed that what you said about yourself, confidently, while keeping your hand on your chest, was not true.

It would be stupidly disastrous to scratch your head with a burning match stick just because you're angry.

Life ultimately has no taste.

Life appears to be a school outing interrupted by a big tremor.

You continue to be an elusive element of my poetry.

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 remained silent.
Words left unspoken, a void.
The situation hushed.

Freedom is rendered invisible where truth is feared.

If you ask me, I will dry the Atlantic Ocean and offer Titanic as a gift to you for undertaking a voyage together.

Love is a burden to the heart.
Faith is a burden on the soul.
Relatives are a burden to the relationship.
Friends are a burden for the relaxation.
Every aspect of life is a burden.

Why does the wind we breathe not make us feel like one? Why does the gravity that holds us to the ground not make us feel like one? Why don't the sun's rays, which make us visible, make us feel like one? Why doesn't the water we all drink make us feel like one? Why is it that death, which we all eventually face, does not make us feel like one?

People blinded by fear-fueled rage are hurling spears everywhere.
The peace-filled chests will be the first to be pierced.
A few blood-soaked pages will be added to history's collection.
Everyone casually says the drama has reached it's finale.

Mind,
how can you attain freedom
so long you are addicted to
the statu quo.

Faulty steps
but laced with
conviction,
destination reached.

The time since taking in the breath of life has passed considerably.

To keep ourselves afloat in the abyss of dead experiences has been a difficult battle.

It's time to inject some life and jolts of action into our flagging spirits.

Shall we plunge into a brew of furious spirits that are waiting to devour us?

Nobody is wrong.
For, they perform as programmed.
Free will is not granted.
Tiny ants smirk as they follow the scent,
we do the same with big nostrils.

A failed quest.
Continued silence.
Brewing resentment.
Romance with life ends.

Actions performed in the present are transformed into future experiences.

The good was already established.
Only the bad shows up every
now and then.

I had the feeling that things may have turned out differently if I had waited a little while longer.
But based on my personal experience, I don't think anything would have changed.
I just would have waited a little bit longer, that's all.

You didn't say anything before leaving. Your eyes, on the other hand, clearly communicated to me about your next move.

Retinopathy
Neuropathy
Nephropathy
Myopathy
Cardiopathy

Unworthy­.

Trustworthy
Creditworthy
Sympathy
Thankworthy
Noteworthy

Prai­seworthy.

I'm terrified to hear your words now that I've heard your thoughts.

Dad, you deliberately took a back seat in life, but you are still dear to my heart.

What grabs the eye is transient, but what grabs the heart is eternal.

He de-recognised his mind since it generated thoughts that had worth of litter.

I never aroused any feelings in you about me, but when you looked at me, the feelings you already had for me emerged.

Convinced was he in the end
that everything that happened
to him was the best that could
have happened.

Ultimately, it's the sincerity of deeds that matters, not the words we utter.

I'll come like a humming breeze if you call me in hushed whispers.

Last benchers are more likely to become poets, because they dream big about their future while the present is surreptitously slipping away from them!

If I had known that you hoard everything and don't use it, I wouldn't have given you my affection.

When dreams betray life, it appears to be all too real.

The lines that were penned for you have melted away. The heart still remains hard..