You have to be transparent so you no longer cast a shadow but instead let the light pass through you.
Happiness is exercising the little freedom that we have by choosing things that create harmony in our lives.
Ignorance might be bliss. But self-forgetfulness is pure ecstasy.
Love, they said, burns youand builds you.But with you, there’s no ash.Just light.
You only feel powerless because your fear has given your power to the object of your fear. Once you realise this, you can claim it back.
I would rather lie facedown on the ground and use my body as a bridge, than stand proud and tall and use my body as a wall.
We cannot hunt for love. We can only surrender and become love’s prey.
I see your painas clearly as I feel my own.I will share your burden so you feel it less.Do not hate this world.Do not hate these people.I will share my hopeso you feel it more.I want you to see our loveas clearly as I feel yours.
In the beginning was love, and love was with God, and love was God.
You want help? Ask for help. You want love? Ask for love. If you want anything from the universe, anything from yourself, you must first ask.
You must have hope in a better future and have faith in this hope. But then you must forget your hope and focus on this moment now.
Kiss your scars. Fall in love with them. They ought to serve as life-affirming reminders—a lingering trace of hope. The only reason we have these scars is because we survived and are still here.
The thing about love is that you will never run out of it. It’s an ever-flowing river. So go ahead and LOVE. What are you saving all this love for — death?
Why wait to forgive and let go only after you have sufficiently wallowed in your despair? Why not forgive and let go now?
May we always be burdened with thinking of the suffering of others, for that is what it means to be human.
I became an artist because I wanted to be an active participant in the conversation about art.
I cannot imagine how much I must’ve suffered in my previous lives to be fortunate enough to have parents like you in this life.
She might not have read many books. But when she reads a book, she swallows the very words. If you open the books on her shelves, you will find that the front and back covers encase white pages.
To begin to know ourselves we must have sincere conversations with ourselves as if with a good friend. We must answer without reserve, listen without judgement, and accept without condition. That is self-love.
Why are we afraid of the silence that ensues after our death? Wasn’t it the same silence we endured before birth? Isn’t it the same silence we revel in when we are completely immersed in the present moment? Let us not be afraid.
If you write then you are reborn because by writing about the moment, you can relive it for a second time.
Close your eyes. Meditate on your love. This is God.
He knows all my thoughts. He knows all I’ve ever done and He loves me all the same. What is our purpose, you ask. It is to love like God.
Writing poems is simply an excuse to remember You.
Having drunk the dregs of Your Love, I am intoxicated beyond recognition. Now, I only pray for the nearness of You so I may advance in my annihilation.
The lover drinksand the cup-bearer pours.The lover thinksbut the cup-bearer knows:love begets love.Since this wine is love,then this cup is love,then this tavern is love,then this life is love.
I am humbled by the grace of God.I am humbled by the beauty of this universe.Humbled by others’ kindness.Humbled by life.I drop down to my knees and give thanks.
If you want to find God, then all you need to do is love.
Put down your stones. Why are you breaking the window when God has left the door wide open? If you are afraid, lover, follow me. I will guide the way.
It is not enough that you look for Him.You must hunt for God each and every dayas if your life depends on it.Because it does.
It is wonderful, this whole business of tickling and kissing God every night.
As soon as we are born we hide God in ourselves.We then spend our lives looking for Himwhen all along, He has been concealed behind the veil of ‘I’.
How can you be a lover of loveand not be a lover of God?It is impossible.
Our daily prayer ought to be: Please universe, help me help myself and help me show others how to help themselves.
Do not be frightened, friend. Let us dance our way to God.
Your omnipresence is marvellous!I breathe and you enter me.I exhale and enter into you.
God’s existence is reaffirmed once we fall in with another.
Think the tree that bears nutrition:though the fruits are picked, the plant maintains fruition.So give all the love you have.Do not hold any in reserve.What is given is not lost; it shall return.
Sometimes, when inspiration runs dry, I drink classical music until my words spill out.
I spent all nightweaving a poem for you to wear. You look so beautifulwhen you wear my light.
Do not give them a candle to light the way, teach them how to make fire instead. That is the meaning of enlightenment.
I began to write because of love. I wrote to understand what I felt and what I knew.
An act of violence, no matter how small, can never be justified if it can be avoided.
Two things are needed to raise awareness: education and love. And these go hand in hand because we can be taught to love.
I wonderif you ever read my poemsand wish they were writtenfor you.
String theory makes sense to me because the universe is a symphony that creates harmony with the vibration of our strings.
Every book has to wait for the right time to be read and understood.
Poetry is jealous of you tonight, for as soon as I come to pen a few words, your perfume attacks me in the most civilised manner and I forget myself. I forget the poem. I forget the …
I only wrote prose before I met you. My musings were superfluous and serious as well. But now the words dance with me. I sing with them and we create poetry.
If I had to choose between all the books in the world and you, then I would choose to read your body for the rest of my life.
You have no choice. You must leave your ego on the doorstep before you enter love.
You know how it goes:at some point in your life, you fell in love with someone and had a glimpse of God.Then you abandoned life and loverand started celebratingyour love for God.
I see them and they see me but the lovers — we recognise one another: there is light in our eyes.
Forget your voice, sing!Forget your feet, dance!Forget your life, live!Forget yourself and be!
I long for the day when I hear the musicwithout any song.
You have already lost if you are always fearful of losing everything.
When you get shy, you’re simply thinking of yourself. Stop it. Step out of yourself.
The more we surrender to what cannot be, the better we control what can be.
The only thing that prevents us from being happy is thinking.
The reason for the past is only revealed in the future.
I was so blessed. The first person I gave my heart to was an angel who plucked the feathers off his wings and built a nest for it.
I will speak of love until you go mad and join me in my mad worship of love.
Everywhere I go, your beauty spills into my day. The trees were never this verdant. The birdsong never this sweet.
I don’t mind losing in this game of love, if it means You will be the winner.
The greatest moments in our lives occur when we surrender: birth, love, and death.
Find me. Seduce me. I want to be in love with you.
May we always see life through love-coloured glasses.
Polish the mirror of your heart until it reflects every person’s light.
I will drive the world crazywith love poems for you.So they can know how magnificent you areand how crazy I am.
Babies cry at birth because it is the first time they experience separation from love.
I am certain, my love, that poetry was born only after your birth.
Put down your glass, it is time to dance. If you want to get drunk all you need is to drink love. Put down your pipe and do away with these childish toys. If you want to get high all you need is to breathe love. Now, can I have this dance?
We call a story about love a love story. We call a poem about love a love poem. Well then, my dear, aren’t our lives love lives?
Be like the sun who fell in love with the moon and shared all his light.
Like freshly cut roses, I place life in a vase… of love.
Like a child who saves their favourite food on the plate for last, I try to save all thoughts of you for the end of the day so I can dream with the taste of you on my tongue.
The only thing that comes close to defining me correctly is my love.
If love weighs you downand casts a shadow on your lifethen it isn’t love.Love is light and makes you light.
Being deeply, passionately, and intensely in love is being deeply, passionately, and intensely in life.
Love isn’t blind. Maybe we are all born blind and love finally gives us sight.
I love you so much I want to share youwith yourself.I know you do not insist that I do, but I love you so much I want to shareGod with you.
How is it possible, you ask, for love to be greater than the person who does the loving? That’s because love defies the rules of reason. It is the only exception.
I came to pen another poem for you, but even every unwritten poem is you.
Don’t say to yourself, ‘Everyone argues!’ to justify and normalise your fighting, when the most natural thing is to love.
Speak to me: I will spend my lifetime trying to understand you.
The reason as to why we are attracted to our opposites is because they are our salvation from the burden of being ourselves.
Love is our most basic human value and also our highest potential.
I never wanted to be a martyr—even for love. I don’t want to die for love. I want to live for it.
Share yourself with me. I will never judge you. I am here and I will stay here only to love you.
If you can love one person, you can love everyone.
Do not avert your eyes.It is important that you see this.It is important that you feelthis.
How freeing of a thought: instead of worrying about leaving a legacy, to leave no trace of one’s existence. How liberating indeed!
What happens when I love, you ask, does the world start making sense? No, my dear, it does not. But it won’t matter to you then.
Take me when I’m wild.Take me when I’m free.Take me for meand I will take you as you want to be.
You must be more alive than life.You must see darkness danceand hear silence sing.You must be more awake than lightfor we aren’t born sleepingand we shouldn’t live sleeping.Only then will death’s slumberbecome sweet.
If on any given day you don’t cry from rejoicing in the beauty of the world, then you have not lived that day.
Embrace contradictions for they make upall of life:You will eternally be looking for yourself andseeking ways to lose yourself.
Life is a concept, like the “universe”, that expands as soon as we reach what we think is its edge.
First, create your ego. Then destroy it. This is all of life.
Let us remember to always rediscover one anotherbecause we are forever changing.
This poem was meant to be unwritten. But I am writing it now and have thereby changed destiny.
Your love opened up a whole world that no amount of books or wisdom could ever do.
We all have the ability to make someone’s life better with our love.
Think not of the fragility of life, but of the power of books, when mere words have the ability to change our lives simply by being next to each other.
Think not of the fragility of life, but of the power of books, when mere words can change our lives simply by being next to each other.
When, at last, I ceased to be myself, I came to be.
If all we had were roses, would the thorns then be beautiful?
Until you see beauty everywhere, in every face, until then, you are blind.
What can I tell you about the alchemy of twins?Twins are two bodies that dance to each other’s joy.Two minds that drownin each other’s despair.Two spirits that flywith each other’s love.Twins are two separate beingsconjoined at the heart!
How is it that there was never youuntil there wasand then all was you?
Your attention is so sacred that if you truly look for beauty and grace, you will find it in everything.
And there’s you. You’re just beautiful. Effortlessly beautiful, like nature. You have the trinity of beauty: a beautiful heart, a beautiful mind, and a beautiful soul.
You do not have to be beautiful.You do not even have to be intelligent.All you have to do is practice kindness,for that is our purpose.
I think whenever there’s potential for beauty, beauty can be found. And everything has potential for beauty.
I think falling in love is like discovering the magic of books. You think to yourself, ‘how was I living before this?
By loving you, I learn everything because your soul contains the entire universe.
Why this candle?Why this cake?The day of my birth is not today.I was born when you said, ‘Hey.
You just wait.Soon, lovers all over the worldwill be reciting poems dedicated to you.This is my promise.
Mist to mist, drops to drops. For water thou art, and unto water shalt thou return.
Maybe love at first sight isn’t what we think it is. Maybe it’s recognising a soul we loved in a past life and falling in love with them again.
My mind is being consumed by you.My body is longing for you. Just one touch or a kiss, And I shall be satiated for a thousand years.
Art doesn’t give rise to anything in us that isn’t already there. It simply stirs our curious consciousness and sparks a fire that illuminates who we have always wanted to be.
Poetry isn’t an island, it is the bridge. Poetry isn’t a ship, it is the lifeboat. Poetry isn’t swimming. Poetry is water.
It is a dangerous thing to substitute reading or writing for living. Live first, then write.
There is no revelation in my words. I am merely stating what others have forgotten to write down.
These poems are cupsthat I pour my life into.Here, Drink!
We are all born as storytellers. Our inner voice tells the first story we ever hear.
Because at nightwhen others are sleeping, I drown myself in poetry.
She was in awe of all his work. ‘How do you do it?” she asked.He smiled and said, ‘By loving you.
Maybe stories choose how they are told and who tells them.
I am going to build a fortress of books.Will you come inside and live with me?
Sit here, so I may writeyou into a poem and make you eternal.
Oh, how scary and wonderful it is that words can change our lives simply by being next to each other.
Last night, I spoke to God.I told Him my plans. He started to cry.I thought I was great to move The Greatest to tears.He said that He was crying only becausemy plans were very differentthan His plans for me.
Because you have been blessed with the gift of life, it is your duty to help others. We are all responsible for one another.
You want to become a better person?Just give thanks. Give thanks for all of it.
And then one day you realise that if you want to be rich, you’d have to give away almost everything you own.
They took my booksbecause my message was love.They took my penbecause my words were love.Then they took my voicebecause my song was love.Soon they’ll take myselfso nothing remains.But they don’t know that when I’m gonemy love will stay.
Worry notif you are in darknessand the void sucks you in further.This is not the place we go to die.It’s where we are bornand our stories begin.
Let borders become sunlight so we traverse this Earth as one nation and drive the darkness out.
For how can any human be separate from humanity and humanness?
All you need to get by in this world is the memory of love
Do you know what you get when you try to escape? When you drive for miles in a deserted city or swim for hours in a shoreless sea? You get yourself.
Because in truth, my love, if you have thought of me once then I have thought of you a thousand times. You have captured my heart. It is yours. I am at your mercy now
Wonderment shared is doubled.Love shared is infinite.
My hours are filled with fantasy and indifference. In day and night dreams, I think of my heaven with you. All the time in between, I carelessly spend in hell without you.
They tell us the greatest love story is how water fell in love with fire. Or how satan fell in love with God. But the greatest love story to me is how I didn’t notice myself falling, when I fell in love with you
Extremities are flawed. Moderation is ideal, save for one occasion.So damn these eyes that weep too much.This mind that thinks too much. But never this heart that loves too much.
What is the point of a relationship if not to grant two people the very private privilege to uplift one another every day?
Two great things happened to me. One was that I survived. The other was that I met you, because I knew why
The hardest thing in the world is to let go of who you once thought you were and to manifest your true self, at the risk of being unloved. This is self-actualization.
I don’t want to be remembered for my work. I want to be remembered for my love.
You need to keep hurting until you realise you never needed to hurt in the first place.
My love, we can close our eyes but we cannot stop the sunrise.
If today is not your day, then be happy for this day shall never return. And if today is your day, then be happy now for this day shall never return.
It doesn’t matter whether you are looking for a reason to be happy or sad, you will always find it.
Always ask yourself: “What will happen if I say nothing?
Forgiveness is a transformative act because it asks you to be a more empathetic and compassionate person, thereby making you better than the person you were when you were first hurt.
To live, to truly live, one must consider each and every thing a blessing.
Each of us is like all of us and like no one else.
Love is our religion. Love is our light. It is the only thing that gives us any hope.
Name and form are simply illusions of separation. Love doesn’t make us blind; rather, it erases the illusions so we can see clearly.
I wish for all of us the blindness of love that makes us see no faults in the other.
Our homes travel with us. They are wherever we feel loved and accepted.
Yes, silence is painful, but if you endure it, you will hear the cadence of the entire universe.
All I need to dois place my pen against paperand your lovewrites for me.
Don’t make the mistake of looking down on your partner. You’re only on that pedestal because they put you up there.
Know this: whenever you think of leaving, a part of you has already left. But it’s never too late to get it back.
I’m not here to grant you the extraordinary love you never had for yourself. I’m here, on my own accord, to love you. So that when you stare into my mirror eyes, you may see how extraordinary you are.
I couldn’t have dreamed you into existence because I didn’t even know I needed you. You must have been sent to me.
My dear, please be careful.You no longer live only for yourself.You live for me as well.
Classical music is the best, and cheapest, mind-altering drug in the world.
Do not go to my grave. Mary knows, I am not there. Look for me in between pages and on people’s lips.Do not go to my old school. Do not go to my old house —I am not in any of those places. Look for me in your hearts and greet me there.
Autumn is hereand I am in love.My heart has taken residence in my mind.I pick the crisp ochre leaves and put them in my pocket.I am in love.
To live with you is to live.To live without you is to die.
Don’t let a cruel word escape your mouth. There’s no greater sin than breaking a heart.
She placed her hand on her chest and thought, ‘So this is what the poets write about’.
We are all lost, so lost, vulnerable and insecure. We are separated from love at birth, we are separated from God, from each other. All we want, all we yearn for is to connect.
The only thing necessary in this world is love. Everything else is secondary.
Remember:all the thoughts you have of yourself and others are written on your face. Make them kind.
Love without conditions, restrictions, or the expectation of being loved in return.
A negative outlook is dangerous. When you say, “It can’t get any worse!” You’re essentially challenging the universe to do exactly that.
In the very end, all we have left to atone for our faults are words.
Want to help others? Be yourself. You’ll inspire others to muster the courage to be themselves as well.
This is the only truth in the world that was necessary yesterday, is necessary today, and will continue to be necessary tomorrow: be conscious of now.
No one has any right to tell you that the way you perceive yourself is wrong. Because by doing so, they also discourage the person you aspire to be.
The greatest thing about me isn’t even a part of me. It’s you.
Disappointment is a blessing. If you were never disappointed, you’d never know what was important to you.
I’ll forget me.You forget you.We can be onetogether, happily.
Love can bless you with a sense of purpose and direction when all else fails. Because to have faith in love is to be optimistic about life. Love is hopefulness.
Your eyes are like heavy rain falling from pregnant clouds. With one glance, you washed awaythe poems I chalked on the groundand drowned all my beliefs.Now, I only scribble your name and believe in your truth. I know nothing but you.
Love is the most integral function of our lives. That is why LOVE is only one letter away from LIVE.
Don’t you ever dare judge, for who among us can say that when the devil himself offered us a deal, we refused?
When I’m with you,I feel exposed.Naked. When I’m naked with you, I feel clothed.Sheltered.
You know how sometimes you meet someone and you feel like you’ve known them your whole life?Well, I feel like I’ve loved you my whole life.
It is your ego that needs to explain itself. The self just is.
We all live but a hundred years. When I am with you, I live it in a matter of days.
We dance to seduce ourselves. To fall in love with ourselves. When we dance with another, we manifest the very thing we love about ourselves so that they may see it and love us too.
Clocks were invented to warn us. Tick (time is passing). Tock (time has passed).
Don’t worry if you don’t accomplish everything in this life. Fortunately, death overcomes every thing—even the very thing that tried to kill us.
Maybe when we face a tragedy, someone, somewhere is preventing a bigger tragedy from happening.
We reveal most about ourselves when we speak about others.
Stop looking forward to things, look inward instead.
People don’t remember lessons. They remember stories.
All kinds of people read poetry: revolutionaries, scholars, sentimentalists etc. But above all else, lovers read poetry. Why? Because we fell in love. And then we fell in love with love.
Ask of your eyes to seeonly to seek love.Ask of your mouth to speakonly to utter words of love.Ask of your hands to feelif only to touch the lover.
A man’s shortcoming lies in the belief that he must always assert his manliness. A woman’s shortcoming lies in the belief that she must always repress it.
As long as you’re not hurting anyone or anything, including your future self, do only that which makes you happy.
Enjoy this moment. The ultimate fulfilment of the dream will not come close to the dream. Enjoy it
You are not who you think.You’re not even the thinker.You are the one conscious of the thought.
Come, let us speak with our bodies.Teach me how to please you.I am here to learn.Let us not waste this time.It is the hour of union.ComeAnd after you do,Come again.
A spark of every fire we seek is already within us.
Sometimes a writer simply finds new ways of saying what has already been said because, ultimately, truth is unoriginal.
Let us give thanks for our shadowsfor they are there in the first placebecause of the presence of light.
Where were you when I undressed and told the tales of my day?Where were youwhenI was silent with God in prandial pray?Where were youwhen I recited love poems as I lay?Where were you?
Some people are in such utter darkness that they will burn you just to see a light. Try not to take it personally.
Like the cotton-carder who combs tangled cotton into a long bundle of fibre, you take all my knotted fragments and comb them into light.
I call you my soulmate because I lost myself in you and then found myself through you. Sure, when you are gone, I will be a fraction but the common denominator has always been me.
Fell in love first,Fell in love quickly—Like I was pushed.Fell in love next,Fell in love slowly—Like I was strolling.Falling in love now And feeling crazy.Thinking of closing my eyesAnd jumping.
At a night like this, where it’s just me and the yellow moon,I feel complete.
Grace is neither gentleness nor fragility. Grace is treating yourself, others, and even inanimate objects with respect.
There are some days we can claim and there are other days that claim us.
They want to knowwho I write these poems for.Tell them it’s for all loversbecause I don’t see a differencebetween our loveand their love.
There is nothing I can do that won’t bring me back to you.
These poems are cupsthat I pour my love into.Here, Drink!
I love you.I love you a thousand times.I love you an irrational number. And I will continue to love youlong after all this has died and been rebornand we are nothing more than a pair of reincarnated eyes.
I am so tired. I have grown old from being serious. I have grown ill from being serious. I want to laugh at myself. I want to forget myself. I am so tired.
The way you dress is how you greet the sun and other stars.
If only we studied the stars as much as we study our own reflections.
We seek the fire of the spark that is already within us.