After hearing your words, I feel relieved. I am not responsible for your misunderstanding of me.

A poet is like a bee without wings that uses its imagination to sting nature, **** its beauty, and serve it as poetry to everyone.

While I wait for you interminably, I have transformed into a monument to your memories.

It was seen.
It was read.
It was left.

As we dance towards the precipice of self-betrayal, the end of humanity looms.

One last quick look at the text that will be printed. It appears like a good job was done.
a surefire path to notoriety and ubiquity. A constantly self-centered mind slowly begins to consider eternal stardom while it is still considering the effort that has to be done to get there. It ultimately reaches the unforgiving people, who throw it aside like a pile of *******. I've come to understand that life revels in fantasy while being miserable in reality.

You offered me a smile that wasn't like the kind you give when you see someone; it was like an invitation to spend the rest of my life with you!

Hope for a few happy moments in life.

A few things that were anticipated by a strong will happened quickly afterward to reinforce this belief.

But life never follows the course you expect it to, and it took many detours and turns for me to lose faith in it.

Since life must fulfil the dreams of every individual who is a part of it, it takes its own course.

I tumbled down the sky like a space scrap after you tossed me out of your orbit, plunging into a sea of despair.
Although I don't see any lifeboats approaching, sharks have picked up on my scent.

Since then, the darkest memories of your life that you discarded before leaving me have been circling me.

Conchs of divine hearts are emitting mellifluous songs from the heavens, transported by winds of devotion. Sullen souls unfurl like flowers gently stroked by the sun, and joyfully float in the air like young birds on their maiden flight.

In the same way that rain sometimes eludes dense clouds,
poetry sometimes eludes my mind, bursting with imagination,
leaving me yearning for heavenly inspiration.

He remained calm always because he never allowed worldly matters to seep into his private mental space, which he had reserved exclusively for divine contemplation.

Worldly things are food
for the mind, feeding desire.
Silence nourishes soul.

Friendship from afar
Keeps it pure and free from harm
Close, it turns to poison.

The mind trapped in an illusion drifts out of control in the opposite direction of reality, like a dry leaf in a storm.

When doubt grows in strength, it takes on the appearance of truth.

When truth becomes frail, it dons the disguise of doubt.

He had been deafeningly silent since birth. His worried parents had given up hope that he would ever speak. But when the enlightened Guru asked him "who are you?" Finally, he opened his mouth and unhesitatingly said, "I am the eternal silent spirit".

The richness of silence is speech's poverty to the intellect.

I have not understood the theory of relativity so far. But I have understood that everyone in this world is my relative.

I live in a mirror less  house because I believe that my face is just a superfluous projection of my inner beauty.

I don't care what the mind thinks since I am aware that I am not the mind.

Finally, at the end of this drama
me and my shadow will unite.

Conflicts exist in human society with the sole aim of conquering other people's land and freedom.

Failures will be ultimately judged,
regardless of who caused them and when.

There is no grandstanding in death.

Pity the living creatures that suffer

with human mind.

The dominant trait, shared by all universally.
Events unfold, reflecting the dominant trait, binding, and felt by mankind.

Your part of me is dead.
Only my part of you is alive.

I'm tired of living in a predator vs. prey world.
How often can you become prey?

Vigorously croaking frogs with a crush.
Dark clouds' enlarging shadow.
Values and possessions are washed away by raging flood.

Let all of our thoughts and deeds be indescribable. The source of excellence is mystifying mastery.

Only this moment, not ones that have come before or will follow, is real.

Desires slay shame and regret, filling life with guilt.

The intellectual mind was infiltrated by triviality, causing a moral flutter.
He straddled the moral/immoral divide.
The majority of his transgressions went unnoticed.
However, his misdeeds became public after the victims exposed him.
He confessed about them in his autobiography,
which he had to write in order to placate his publishers,
who wanted to profit from his crime-ridden life story.

Not in modern news sources, but in mythical writings, wars make for interesting reading

The dud took the bait.
Drove his troops
inside the enemy land.
Blind faithed troops
pillaged gold and money.
The god father waited for
his time to act.
Act he did by calling
the invasion
an act of aggression on a sovereign empire.
It was too late for the
dud to reverse his stand.
God father captured the dud
using his almighty force
and hanged him.
The dead body of the dud
fell to the ground with a thud.
The God father received a thundering ovation and the *****.

For, in times when fairs seem scarce and wars persist, unyielding, how can love and compassion endure when darkness tries to engulf us?

Stars are the shining pauses in the story about me and you that is being written in space.

Poetry is the light that transcends life and death.

Behind the illusory serenity
scores of anquished
souls live in the hope
of liberation.

His nimble hand has begun to remove the pictures he sketched many millennium ago.

When emotions that needed to be
alive mixed with lifeless promise­s, 
the result was a massive let down.

Our misery comes from our conviction that our luck runs on autopilot and will deliver us good fortune on its own.

We are reflections,
mirroring each other's souls.
Connected as one.

Everything is felt, yet nothing exists in concrete space. To feel real becomes an awkward plight.

I scented the bees so they 
wouldn't look for it among 
the flowe­rs.

Everywhere there are difficult scenes. Life is struggling to keep its meaning for its followers.

A transient feeling.

I came as gaint waves in your life,
with the intention of gobbling  you.

But you surfed with dexerity and saved your self everytime.