Everyone had congregated.
Some performed.
Others were rewarded.

Bees swindle the flower.
Violence robs peace.

I couldn't figure out what your intense gaze on my portrait revealed to you about myself that I didn't know.

life now is a harsh reality,

an enjoyable memory later.

Writing a poem is not challenging, but writing something you appreciate is challenging.

Don't rest your life on my dislocated shoulders.

Your life will be unstable for ever.

A thousand hugs are worth a single glance from you.
A thousand prayers are worth a single word from you.

My gaze at you was unintended, but you turned it into a celebration.

Fragments of morality are being carried away by winds of hatred while we gorge on travesty, day and night.

Help given with the expectation of something in return becomes a burden for both the donor and the receiver.

My finest hour was when you called me to wish me on my birthday that I didn't mind celebrating.

Where truth is rife, life is heaven.

The shattered walls of that desolate and desecrated city wept, silent witnesses to the ****** of countless innocent children and adults in the war.

Want to create a genderless Society,

Make your thoughts genderless

My heart is overflowing with grief since the dark clouds that arrived from your heart have poured torrents of sorrow into my heart.

I told you exactly what I wanted to say.
Leave it to me to deal with it if you don't like it.

A future conflict's battle tapestry is ready. Surprisingly, rather than depicting badly mangled bodies of fallen soldiers, it depicts the high value that people at the time placed on conquests that resulted in territory gains for the victor at the cost of large human lives.

Charging cows and a foggy head.
A plunge into a stinking gutter.
Unconcerned cows gently go.
An ascent from hell with legs covered in filth.
A return trip home, newly purchased sandals gone from stench-oozing legs, intense embarrassment, and bewildered looks from passersby. The embarrassment is just as strong today as it was back then.

Within my mind, all the climate calamities encountered outside are simulated. I'm compelled to bear both.

Time melts pain

Let peace unfold.

Life seemed to be "one long argument" with you.

He had a great desire to say the unsayable, and he used poetry to not only fulfill that desire but also to make it appear palatable.

The praise you received was too heavy to wear.

I know your soul is overwhelmed, burdened, and lost in glare.

Now you stand here, stripped of any will to dare.

Lost in the echoes of adulation, beyond care.

I once had someone explain to me what happiness and hardship are in life. After that, I began to live in that way.

He stood there,
Staring up at the sky.
It looked like
his own confused
Mind.

There are hundreds of reasons to live but just one reason to die. Remove that vexing one reason and live.

Renegade thoughts broke the rationality barrier once more, shattering pearls of wisdom like trapped echoes shattering conches.

Fear mongering mind.
Dreams forever filled with fright.
Life devoid of peace.

A forgotten flower,
once adored, now left to wilt,
lonely and unseen.

That one word you spoke in front of people I care about still stings.

Instead of worrying like a human all of the time, try being at peace like the trees for a while.

The silver bolt etched nature's signature in the cloud by streaking a random course through it.

Poetry is a perfect interlude for joining two bad ends of life.

She asked " for you what is left to be discovered in life"

I said " just you".

The times we are in right now seem to be unusual in certain ways.
You seem to always feel as though something you really needed in life has been lost forever, no matter what you have in life.

Sorry, I drew your portrait, but it resembles the person I cherish in my heart.

We believe that someone is in possession of our hearts.

We believe that we are in possession of their goals and dreams.

We believe that the vast majority of people think and live in that way.

The cloud of suspicion thickens.
The trust connection has been
se­vered.
The innocent fingers of a crazy man
hit the destruction button.
The Sun's light is obliterated by dense
smoke.

A person's anger, which is the product of enduring years of humiliation, finally transforms him into a source of infinite compassion.

It is not possible to be free of the mind.
The mind can be a tool for self-liberation.

Where should I go?
Why do I go?
if compassion is found in this land.

The song is yours.
The tune is yours,
but the vibe is mine.

You sleep like a fallen edifice on the pillow of my dreams.

When you told me that you are leaving me for the good, I cried for no reason.

An addict never cares for the verdict.
He keeps his addiction as it gives him
timely benediction.

Who can fathom the depths of my plight except the verses that I strive to write?