Silence nourishes the soul.
Quiet moments bring peace.
Harmony within.

I twisted air in my palm and flung it at you. Like a seductive twister, you gulped it down and charged at me. I'm perched perilously on a branch. Life has been thrown off kilter.

He hit a raw nerve when he said          
" I fight against all forms of discriminations in the society", which  everyone knew he was actively promoting.

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

When he rested his perniciousness-filled head on it, the dead stone awoke and dived into a ravine.

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

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

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

Walked, with purpose, into fire's embrace,unfettered.
Unfazed by the cat calls tossed my way.
Fear, a vanquished foe, lost its trace,
Lingering presence of failure held no sway.
The outcome, a vicious tempest,  ceased to chase,
in the depths of experience it dissolved without a trace.

The prettiest gift you ever gave me was a garland made of your smile pearls.
Nothing ever compares to it.

The purpose of life is not merely the fulfillment of dreams, which have a limited objective and dimension, but the culmination of a journey at the point where it began, decisively.

I thus
refute
my existence.

Dreams of hardened characters disrupt ritualised sleep.
Tough characters torment the inescapable life awake.
It's hard to live life without feeling it.

It's easy to keep moving when the mind is filled with dreams since dreams have no weight.

Life is a farewell tour.
Every day we say farewell
to something.

Is it ;

Breaking the news
       Or
Breaking the peace?

When one seeks the absolute, he or she discovers something that is a part of it.

Born and die we are,
No one is superior or inferior.
Equal in the end.

Life is a monotonous drill.

My mind and body create the best chemistry when I think of you.

When you spurned my offer of a life together, which was more rewarding to you than it was to me, you demonstrated that you do have free will.

Only humans write poetry, it's true,
while everything else is an expression of it.

I would fain believe that;
I am a two eyed observatory for the ever swelling web of creation.

They needed my presence, yet I was treated as intangible.

Let not the praise of others sway your pure heart's might

Lest your sleep suffers a snag at midnight.

Hey, what happened in a moment?
I lost sense of your presence.
I have never experienced anything like this.
Losing myself in an emotional void.
I have to figure out this before I loose sense of my being again.

I can't seem to discover half of the missing piece in my life of travel and storytelling.

Our love was doomed to fail because your silent mechanical heart could never produce the kind of emotions necessary for love to blossom between us.

When your sugar is low, don't write poetry.
It will not have a sweet flavour.

Every human is just a pile of memories of broken love, shattered dreams, unattained desires, ego, missed opportunities......

Everything, excluding your unlicensed smile, is gloomy.

New thoughts swarmed over the dead as the day rose from its slumber.
Life unveiled its scarred familiar face as light gently kissed the secluded soul.

The dawn sky was adorned with surreal clouds that inspired life-weary eyes. The clouds expanded through the sky as the day progressed, quickly becoming destructive and disrupting life on a laboured stroll.

Anything except our deaths can be outsourced.

When thoughts invade your mind like ghouls on a dark night, how can you trust it?

Failing is fun!
You become a solitary reaper, enjoying your liberation from testing world alone, without being surrounded by pseudo friends.

Science strutted its stuff by enhancing and extending human life. Its glory, however, was short-lived when its own inventions led to the extinction of human civilisation.

Why has everyone now built a fence around their heart? Do they know who is not welcome there?

Sometimes, even writing
Poetry seems like an act
of survival.

Who are you still waiting for?
Everybody came and left.
They abandoned you here.

You have ambushed and taken away my feelings.

I am ready to exchange my precious feelings with my riches in-lieu.

Return my precious feelings to me, please,
I need them to complete some poems that are unfinished.

Let us strive to create a world government to end; wars, poverty,
inequality, racism, pandemics etc.

If we cannot feel oness in our hearts
then we does not deserve to call ourselves as humans.

You cannot hide behind your actions but words....

Deforestation, pollution, urbanization ..... human war against nature

Famine, floods, earth quakes ....
Nature's war against Humans.

A pet dog, abandoned
in a desolate place,
searches for its
heartless owner.

Why try to be happy.
We are not designed to be happy.