Your similing eyes shone like a beacon
to my tear-streaked, wandering eyes.

I'm sorry, but the life you're looking for doesn't exist.

Not right? Get rid of it, with swift conviction.
With newfound clarity, embrace the dawn of a new vision.

Three children were sitting quietly under a tree.
The silence that surrounding the location astounded me.
For a little while, I forgot I was in the midst of life.

She gripped my feet firmly
so that my dream of
soaring into the sky become
a reality.

A butcher's knife isn't a serial killer.

Silence is the  hymn of the soul.
It embraces the cosmos, dissolving time and space within its womb to unveil our true nature.

Are we living or leaving life?

All abandoned at once, liberation attained in a trice.

Who are you to be attached to anything when you can't truly like or hate anything?

Garden of laughter on the face.
Flowers with thorn inside.
Tempted Bees, often pricked by the thorn, endured the pain.

I'm not in control of the mind that claims to be in charge of me.

A master of its own deceit.

Eyes hold tales untold.
Melancholy image stays.
Life's frailty revealed vividly.

To be upset is to concede.

I thought you'd come to illuminate my house and heart, but instead you lit both on fire and left.

Did the smile on your face truly come from the heart?

Never does any one get the world completly for himself.

Every day is a new chapter in the book of life. In it, we're all minor characters. Its backstory is a fiction.
It's a story that will never come to a conclusion.
It speaks for itself, regardless of whether anyone is present or not.

Why you didn't invite me is irrelevant to me.
When you made that decision, I could tell you weren't feeling very warm for me.

My poems are like
butterflies

Only some are
beautiful

but all float
in the air
Majestically!

Because the promise of a reunion lit up the soul, the agony of a long separation was endured.

Words woven with care
Poetry reaches within.
Touches the heart's depth.

Human civilization has reached the
business end of its existence.

Silence is a gateway to eternity.

My distrust of you runs deep
after you banged my head in sleep
and called it an act committed in a terrible dream.

Even after my heart stops beating, the tunes you played on my heart strings continue to resonate.

Peace is walking alone on a path where the dead have been abandoned.

In the situation I was in, all I wanted from you was a few comforting words rather than your exotic gifts.

If there is faith upon faith, then dread cannot cling to life.

I overcame everything in life
except your haunting memory.

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

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

O, invisible silence, so hauntingly deep, you're a master of disguise.

O, invisible silence, you are like a sharpened knife, causing wounds invisible to the eyes.

Body shudders like a snow-covered bird,  
But an unwavering voice sends forth signs of desire to survive.

An ornamentation of the soul by the human spirit.

Shouldn't we have some unattainable dreams in life?

In the wide embrace of life,
compassion binds our hearts.
We thrive united.

A digging mind never experiences peace

People will abandon you once their legs gain strength.

Our expressions become prosthetic when we have our emotions amputated.

If we still consider war to be a game, we are regrettably carrying the awful traces of our forefathers' blind quest for supremacy in our DNA.

Fate is non negotiable, but I trust it

An emotional brew of rage and depression..
Isolation, but karma is after you.
Reconciliation with destiny, but Life is unwilling to go along.
Faced with foes and left to one's own devices.
The verdict is still out: failure.

When friendship becomes a yearning for everything else, the yarn of friendship will fray.

I am a failure till next success.

It rained nonstop.
Then there were floods.
Mudslides rained in, wreaking havoc.
People began to wonder why nature destroys itself in order to destroy them.

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