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.

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

We split up despite the fact that there were no actual conflicts between us. We believed that friendship needed some conflicts to survive.

That carefree walk down a bustling street, mind and body unaffected by the world of gains and losses, provided an odd experience.
Nothing appeared to be genuine, but words and money were exchanged with the dread of a dream coming to an end.
The tide of people marched on, unaffected by an unusual soul wading through it.

His comments, which were cloaked in philosophical connotations, successfully masked his murky past from his trusting and gullible followers.

Your thoughts patrolled my trapped emotions, never allowing them to unfurl.

My heart's lamp of hope has 
been extinguished. 

The storm of pa­in is still 
raging inside it.

There should be a pure heart behind the hands of charity.

I spent my whole life worrying about the impending calamity, completely oblivious to the fact that worry is the worst calamity that can befall a human soul.

When I tried to flush my mind to get rid of your memories, they began to overflow and contaminate every cell in my body.

His roving mind
settled on the driftless
soul
Creating a timeless bliss.

Leave this gloomy world and dwell in that calm, formless world.

Another night has arrived, reminding us of the passing of our childhood, youth and middle age. But it has given us the ability to cry out alone in the dark.

I meant the distance to travel between my heart and your heart when I said "space expedition."

Except for you, everything I have is yours.

Why don't we go a little bit further on our walk together? to slightly extend the period of time during which we can savor our lovely memories of life together.

We are mere punctuations,
in this vast sea of existence.
Little dots, seeking meaning
in each line of life’s narrative.

All of our traits leave us before we die, just as birds abandon a tree before it falls.

I am ready to come off worse in any situation, for your sake.

The spirit fell into the speech trap. The torrent of words roused the senses, and a yearning for celebration began to grow in the mind. When the thought of this significant occurrence crossed the mind, the two forks of that desire stopped on the tip of the tongue.

Despite my reservations, you have often stated that we are two sides of the same coin.
So why can't I see your face on it right now?
I strongly believe that in order to destroy anything that I perceive to be an ideal, you removed the side of the coin that bore your face.

Your simple, sweet, and innocent
handwave gave me joy like no
oth­er thing in the world.

When the dust settled, the horror of life in shambles resurfaced.

When death became absurd, life became a farce.

A smile epitomises one's personality.

In the supreme court of the heart, whatever arguments the brain makes, the decision of the mind will be final.

The majority of us have arrived with our baggage containing happiness sent to another location.

Don't talk of the present.
It's too bad.
Leave it.

Even hope is incurably sick.

The Sun never takes back the rays he sends out.

My heart is dark since you did not light the lamp in it while lighting others.

In this game of life, unequals square off, powerless, their future forever entwined in the unfettered might of evolution's reign.

A world of equals, a transient fantasy lost in the depths of an infinite stream, fades away at the embryonic stage, giving birth to a fate of conflict and death.

Though human's are mortal, the most incredible thing is that everyone goes about his life as if he or she is  going to be alive forever.

I din't know why you smiled.
But I lived extremely happily for sometime thinking that you smiled at me.

Every word you said about me was beautiful, but it would have been better if they had come from your heart.

There are many forms to a lie.
But truth has only one form.

When you agreed to help me,
I doubt, it was a decision you took without any hesitation.

Why should I tell lies when my truthful utterances are also taken as lies.

I accomplished nothing.
It is an accomplishment to accept that.

Life is a continuous struggle from the opening cry to last breath.

A writer, I am. Every time I pick up a pen to write something, I get the munchies.

You are sitting in an unseen place.
Everyone's story has been written by you.
Drama that never ends.
You see, God, you're just having fun.

Life is a postponement of the inevitable denouement.

Act well, while on stage.
Exit, when the bell rings.
Don't wait to see audience's reaction.

I heard you call out my name loudly. But I did not answer because I have a deaf heart.

Why do we painstakingly write our stories on a blank sheet of paper called life, which eventually self-immolates without remorse?

God miniaturised.

Why your shadow came to seek my love?

I want to meet the real you.

Just because you are happy, days won't double, nights won't triple.
Everything will remain the same.