Thoughts had a propensity to
crystallise at the bottom
of his heart and become solid opinions.
However, he always deliberately
gave a false impression of his
perception in order to lead people astray.
He succeeded in his game plan of falsification of opinions.

The sighs of death are on the tongue of hatred. A peace-filled heart is rocked to its very core by a thunderbolt of rage. The misery of luck is mocked by the hands of fate.

Blessings abound.
But yours remains unfound.
A blessing in disguise.

You can ***** all the barriers you want around my mind, but you won't be able to keep thoughts of the awful things you committed against me from entering my mind.

Eternity, not time, governs creation.

Whenever I tried to forget you, I was forced to remember you.

The Sun rise is stalled.
The Moon rise is skipped.
The Earth deserts its orbit.
Space retreats into nothingness.
Time elopes with infinity.
The dream ends.

Interest accrues fast.
Even on holidays of rest,
Lenders profit still.

Is it fair? One asks,
Collecting interest on days
Meant for respite?
Shouldn't interest have rest on holidays?

What you refer to as "talent" in me is
actually "divine blessings" as I know it.

Many actions I performed appeared as though they were not processed in my mind before hand. Thus, my mind did not seemed to care for the result when it went wrong.

I am not a piece of rotting flesh

  -an undecaying attitude.

I kept failing in life because  I kept following the sound of your anklets everywhere.

Strive hard we,
Constatly,
to improve our skills,
to destroy each other.

I didn't take a breath of the wind that carried your ominous wishes to me.

Hoping is akin to guessing what will appear on the next page of a novel. No one knows what's inside.

I'm spending my days in agony, trying to figure out what you wanted to tell me before you left me forever.

I changed my Sandals when people advised me to take a new step in life.

Who can forget your humorous repartees and laid-back demeanour?

your propensity to bestow entertaining nicknames on your coworkers kept everyone guessing about who would be your next victim.

Though you did not adequately fill the
void left by your illustrious seniors,
you compensated with your amazing
wit and amusing comments on everything that grabbed your eye.

You will forever live in my heart.

Those who have left me have only taken their physical forms with them, but their memories have been safely stored in my heart.

Our nature, as well as the nature that surrounds us, has doomed us.

I will not allow you to write my life's ******.

I have given that right to a well known
publisher for a handsome amount.

Why are you fighting in vain?
Stop doing it.
The time is approaching for everyone to become  good fertilizer for the earth.

I want to be born
as a bubble in Soda.

Rush out when the lid
is opened and jump into
the abyss!  Your liberation.

A fleeting existence!

Muddied Mind.
Logic betray.
Hard feelings stay.
Life at standstill.

If you had to pick the most peaceful place in the universe, it would be my tiny, humble village. Life and death happens here in silence.

Your story depicted me as immoral while still endowing me with immortality.

Your throwaway comment
did not hurt me
I too threw it away

Life is an ever-evolving thought in everyone's mind.

Hold me not.
Life has gotten heavier.
I'm sinking.

I built a temple in response to your prayer for my undeniable love so that we could worship it together.

Divinely, what's within is true.
Outside objects crumble and wither in this transient world where time truly flies. To become whole, learn to love who you are inside.

The war room brainstorming resulted in an acrimonious rift between war proponents and opponents. It saved humanity from extinction for a short period of time.

Earlier life was rural;
We spent life in bits and bites

Now life is Google;
We spend life in hits and bytes

The Sun did not rise after he had sunk in your tear-filled eyes.

Reality turns into fiction under the relentless march of the blind time.

I unexpectedly bump into an old friend.
He feigns he doesn't know me.
To stir up memories of the past in us, I whip up curds of nostalgia.
But he won't swallow it.
Feeling let down, I walk away, realising that memories cannot unite disparate lives that have crossed paths by chance.

That in which;
One Sees nothing else,
hears nothing else
and understands nothing else.

Greatness is ruined when mediocrity strikes at the end.

Your memories I have saved to make my bad days colorful.

I remembered you in my heart for one single moment, and you appeared before me instantly.

As your love is true, you could hear even the whispers of my heart.

Life carries you.
Just stay in it.

your breath  my breath
your dreams my dreams
your goals my goals
your pain my pain
your joy my joy
your life my life
your death..err.. your death only.

Military conquests are always followed by linguistic conquests.

Although I didn't give your words much thought, it's not my fault that you did, and now we're caught in a tangle of emotions we can't untwine.
Our friendship eclipsed, lost in the ocean of misunderstanding.

I beg you,dear artist, not to sketch  your portrait on the ripped canvas of my fuzzy eyes because it does not retain any traces of your feelings.

The fragility of life is beginning to dawn on me as the sound of your footsteps fades.

The stench of oblivion permeated the conciousness. Primordial instincts were silenced by the solitude of desolate thoughts.