The easiest way to be reborn is to live and feel life everyday
Crossing the limit is not my styleMy footsteps meander less than a mileI travel the world perhaps in a minuteYet a dream, to me, is never infinite!
Nothing is dark when you embosom your own light within you
Truth will keep on telling the truthLies will lie to be more uncouthNo more rainbow after the stormNowhere to escape leaving the norm
People say- ‘NASA lies.’ I say- ‘the moon knows it all. Look at the moon and forget the spinning flat world.
Tomorrow is the only future we have. Let’s live to love it!
Let the blue of the sky and ocean take your blue away when you feel blue
Who’s gonna bring the wild animals some hope? If we don’t love them the way they are..
Death’s life should have listened to the moonly whispers of breathing in the coldest nights
Love is like dried flowers sometimes. Even though you watch the petals shrink and change colour, you cannot help treasuring them
All shadows of clouds the sun cannot hide like the moon cannot stop oceanic tide;but a hidden star can still be smiling at night’s black spell on darkness, beguiling
Let my toes teach the shore how to feel a tranquil lifethrough the wetness of sands Let my heart latch the doorof blackness, as all my pain now blue sky understands
Whatever the clouds plan to do I always trust in the sun which never fails to come out
In old days, instead of asking a teacher, people looked at the dictionary to know the complete definition of teacher. Now Google becomes our teacher and to know about Google, people Google it.
The Sun is never alone as the light remains with him always. Even when he goes down sinking…sinking, the light drowns with him
My life is never influenced by death because I am full of resurrections after so many spiritual and emotional demises
If God sets your speed limit high, don’t be afraid of your life-car being crashed.
Reading is the life-saving water for our minds. Drink pure words as much as you need and remain alive!
There is only one God and all atheists will learn that after their deaths
Our souls are always looking for love, and hearts wait to treasure it.
Love’s voice reverberates with forgiveness across the room of our heart
Souls are flowers, only God has the right to pluck them. But those who commit suicide: their souls are the rotten blossoms of devil’s garden.
A strong soul reaches anyplace, anytime; body fails to restrain it. And thus, perhaps soulmates are formed
You can find a better you inside of you. Why don’t you search for that?
I will keep on loving you until eternity comes to make me love you more
Love is such a tremendous force of feeling! When you can’t stop loving, you simply cannot stop it.
Never forget that there is a soul within you, which loves you very much ,only because it’s you.
Ashes have no fear to burn in hellIn your heart’s paradise angels dwellRib cage fastens all sins of the wrongYour bones will sing you mortality’s song
Most of the time things against nature are scarier than the scariest things of nature
There is a whisper of light if you can hear Louder than sound of darknessyou never fear Numb sky’s muteness leaves you hard of hearingSenses wish to fly feelings disappearing
There is a whisper of light, if you can hear Louder than sound of darknessyou never fear
Take my handand…feel the sandbeneath your aimless feettowards the sparkling waves
When twilight sleeps holding the nightIn your arms you embrace me tightRunaway hours clenched by kisses More of your love my heart misses
Love is the name of an irrepressible moment formed inside one complete pulsation of a heart
I’ve become your heartbeat making you mine Upon every kiss of passion our souls shine
Every morningbefore the birds starttrilling me their stories,I give birth to a new lovethrough my same old heartwhen a lake’s placidityfinds life in the swans breathOnly for you…From the poem ‘Only For You
A bird, unable to fly, is still a bird; but a human unable to love is an inexpensive stone: like a piece of uric acid stone
Life is one big gym where we need to constantly workout to stay fit for this world. And indeed love here is the treadmill.
Oceanic farness treasures tomorrowMingled tears lost in the sea of sorrowOur immortal love will lead us a way When pale days remain cloudy and grey
Love is love, even if it is illicit; like light remains light even in the darkness.
Only loyal love knows the sacred path to a faithful heart
Far away soul in a dreamy stateForgotten slumber seemingly latePure rhythmic love now rising higherUnclad passion our only attire
When you kiss, my world falls apartHeaven comes down to woo my heart
Forms of love are so many. Just make sure your heart can fit in it.
A dung beetle couple in love constantly proves that you still can be in love living on shit.
Lovers are food for each other to sustain their lives
Let our love chase all clouds awayHold my hand and feel the dayYour footsteps guide my steps all alongBeneath my skin your veins belong.
In today’s world hunger for sanity seems to be more intense than our hunger for food.
Death is buried there into death Hunger strikes on its own last breathNo spine to shiver, no heart talks At life’s craving poverty mocksFrom the poem ‘Exhumation
Wild animals are less wild and more human than many humans of this world
Dreamers must dream on as long as the nightmare wakes them upto greet with a bucketful of reality
When you start dreaming- what’s there to boast?Life may treat you like a living ghostBrokenness haunts you until you perishDeath will bring you nothing to cherish
I don’t dream of a ceiling fan which is always here spinning above my head. I dream of a cool weather
The Sun can rise anytime in your dreams. And there night may fall anytime as well.
Sleep like you can never be deadDream as if you have a soul inside your head
The answer of life struggles in between two kinds of people- those who live to dreamand those who dream to liveAsk them the question about death if they can truly conceive
Politics is clueless; I can claim -“I am a politician” only because I am not.
Unfortunately in today’s world a liar seems to be more reliable than a truthful honest man.
Life is always more beautiful and worth living when you are capable of enjoying the beauty of nature
…and when we die we die alone I cry, I cry aloneLike a piece of stone I am thrown into the wavy ocean of lifeto atone…to atoneOnly to atone…
Live to revel in just another twilight. Life may sink and disappear along with the sunset never to rise again
Women are like locked diaries that men expect to read like open books.
Poverty’s simplicity has an inexpensive beauty rooted in it, which the rich can never afford to buy
No living thing is ugly in this world. Even a tarantula considers itself beautiful
I grasp words for the sake of clutching My mind considers them heart touchingRight then I write for my reader’s pleasureNot knowing what distance a soul can measure
Life becomes meaningful with a loving heart’s gift Upon the ocean of gratitude soul’s boat adrift Invisible expectancy tossed and turnedFrom the light of memories a blessed ray earned
A smartphone is an addictive device which traps a soul into a lifeless planet full of lives
Rain, Aren’t you my soul’s joyful tearsonly longing for the sky to be happy?
Gym is a sacred place which makes your life feel worth existing by putting effort of care into the home of your soul called body!
Nothing is perpetual in this world. Not even your everlasting soul!
I need to hold on to the faded love ‘cause I love to secure the stems of dying flowers
There’s an infant part in our souls which longs for the lullaby truths of life every night for a tranquil slumber.
Wings can only flyas long as the bird flies Soul blackens when you put on vestment of lies White candle wax criesfor ignitable wickJealous people burnto make your heart feel sick
Let your love be the kindness to make a homeless person believe that a soul needs something more than just four walls and a ceiling.
When sighs are hypnotized by sorrowHappy moments you need to borrowFrom a little child or from a birdWho has the wild freedom of soul: stirred!
Every known thing used to be unknownAnd every rock could become a stone Someday nature will have to atone When soul sees dead flesh leaving the bone
My body weeps to livewhen you make me believe that someday I will be deadsoul sleepless in graveyard’s bed
When I ache to live, my mind loves to stay with the peaceful whiteness of a pigeon’s care…in boundless amity..
Sharpen your life always; even though it will come to an end like a pencil, we have to keep on writing
To me sometimes a mute sky is more expressive than the roaring sea
The love of a half dead heart will keep you half alive
If an infant had the capacity to think hard about this world, it would have wanted to go back to its mother’s womb again
My love for you attains immortality whenever it is touched by the thought of death
Being human doesn’t make us humans. Humanity is something else only a kind and loving heart can possess
I feel more human when I compare the cuteness of a lizard to a newborn child’s sweetness. Both are God’s creations filled with precious innocence
Nature has no beauty forbiddenManmade concrete slab: guilt-riddenWings or leaves whatever we may careThose limbs with the birds only trees will share
A tree house, to me, is the most royal palace in the world
A little tranquil lake is more significant to my life than any big city in the world
Bugs never bug my head. They are amazing. It is the activities of humans which actually bug me all the time.
Sharks are the lions of the sea.They glamorize the oceanic glory.
I adore the sky wearing rainbow shawl of love for the birds so that they could fly free in warmth after the storm
Trees exhale for us so that we can inhale them to stay alive. Can we ever forget that? Let us love trees with every breath we take until we perish
Nature is the guardian of Africa. While the sun lights the African sky in day time, the moon begs the world to help her lighting Africa in the night
Only mountains can feel the frozen warmth of the sun through snow’s gentle caress on their peaks
Despite its dark veins, the transparency of dragonfly’s wings assures me of a pure, innocent world
It doesn’t matter how green a blade of grass is expected to be, when it’s already smashed beneath the feet.
Every lake belongs to the quietness desired by the swans.
The intriguing placidity from the slothful pace of a snail is truly very peaceful. Our world is in need of this calmness to pacify itself
Just a little piece of peace can cultivate the land of Palestine, but inhuman human won’t let it do that….
Some pain has no relief,it can only be sealed You can grasp the wound to feel the scar unhealed.
Writing fluency sometimes needs an intense agony somewhere in your mind
We have so much to learn from a fallen teardrop which is wiped away from our cheek…never to be felt again
Sometimes a broken heart can mend something else’s brokenness
If your tears have lost the ability to hide your pain… why shedding them?
Night never needs a shade but it requires to fade into the grin of twinkling stars where light is just a glint of scars
I’ve reached the vanishing point without you.Here my heartache begins with your paintrying to find an unborn startin this fatal disappearanceFrom the poem ‘Me with the Vanishing Point
When sadness knows the reason of tears, heart prepares to carry the ache for years
Some memories should be dead as they are like living corpse in mortal’s bed
Smile is the arch of an arrowed heartTears are waters to make pain’s life start
Stars are always dancing. Sometimes they dance twinkling away with the rhythm of your joyful heart and sometimes they dance without movement to embrace your heartache as if frozen sculptures of open-armed sadness.
If you can weep with your words, the meaning of your heart can be written forever
Love is that indefinable moment of brokenheartedness when you cry and someone weeps with your tears
When the tidal waves wildly behavingMy bare feet on the shore busy savingThe calm warmth leaking out of the sandTo let my heart feel peacefully tanned!
Into the sea I’d love to sink When with both eyes a shark can blinkIs he a brave fish or a marine man?Through those closed eyelids my heart will he scan?
My heart can feel the softness of a starOnly when the moon stays afar I lay my mind on the pillow of skyWhere sleep dares not ever to pry
A merciful heart beats contently stronger than many vengeful ones
A heart in love is a thriller book of many stories
What can we expect from an empty shell Where many hearts of pearl once beat to dwell Waves fail to break hard layer’s bond of loveWailing shore sends memoir to the sky above
Even a heart of a kitten is reliable, if you know how to rely on
You let go of my hand to hold on to my heartDistance grasps us tightnow that we are apart
Starlight beats when heart twinklesYouthful sky beyond cloudy wrinklesMuse of glory to flame the nightVerse inscribed as written light
The sky can never be frozen because its vastness has chosenall warmth of our lives as we look abovewith unbreakable hearts armoured in love
Sealing your lips makes your eyes talk Truth creeps beneath your lame feet’s walk Knees stiffen when blood vessels stalk A pounding heart’s lies hard as rock
The moon seems unawareof night’s dark hittingon the damp warm rain misguiding owl’s spitting A thunder light of loveraising hearts beatingwhile weather learns morefrom rain lovers meeting
You are the mark on my liquid heartwhere love begins with the beginning’s startYou are the desire of the ablaze fires the only truth from ten-thousand-liarsFrom the poem- A Letter to My Love
Spring can still be felteven if you lay under the bedFrozen heart can meltin coldness when wintry love misled
When you run out of love, it’s really hard to understand whether you have lost your heart or your heart has lost you…
Distance unites missing beats of two hearts in love
Even baldness becomes a beauty of a hairless head through the heart of acceptance
The sky has a huge heart open for all clouds even on the gloomiest of days.
Sometimes the burden of love is heavier than a heavy heart
Everyone writes with hand, but very few can write with heart
A gift can never be cheap or insignificant because of the heart and love it carries.
Donate your blood from your heart to save life. Life will donate you hearts full of love, blood and contentment in return.
You can learn things from a heart so bleedingWhen love bargains with deceitful pleading Hours soar from dawn to dawn splitting your time Don’t hear melody from a soundless chime
Every heart needs a cutting part sharper than a blade to stab agony
You cannot taste a song but you can feel the tune relishing your heart where strings of music belong.
Your eyes need to be opened wider than your heart, when love is blinder than your eyes.
A prisoner should know that there are thousands of imprisoned freemen living in this world…jailed in their own society, handcuffed by duties..
…now open your mind by closing your eyessee the unseen world within you which liesFrom the poem ‘The Unseen World
Distance matters only when you fail to cover it through your mind
My words are my children. I am eternally grateful to the womb of my mind for conceiving them.
Human psychology is the most mysterious thing in the world.
Bookworms are the most precious worms in the world when they are humans, feeding upon the paper’s body with their starving minds.
Flight of my mind rises beneath the seagull’s wings …then ocean is my motherland I feel.
Every criminal has a good mind conquered by the devil
Every dream is the beginning of a new life in your thoughts..
Every mind should reflect to touch the green of life through trees.
When you become a raindrop in your mind Thunder is the closest friend you may find Wind lashed trees, dark clouds, lightning or the dust Everything you will bear once you adjust
I’ve learnt to gather simplicity from grasshoppers. I like their naive indecisive minds never knowing exactly when to stop chirping, and I envy their ability to be able to mingle with the green…
The light within us can always identify our mind’s darkness
The world of light and starry grace;within your mind I live to trace.Your thought’s speed in thunder’s glory,lightening my being with dream’s story.I embrace the tree carrying your nameYour unspoken wish : the heart of fame.
Aren’t we all homeless without a home inside our mind?
Wisemen’s minds and hearts live together under the same roof of wisdom
Mind hates to seep in delusion soaking faintly discolored obsession.
Wrap your mind around my thoughts as I wrap my soul around your heart.
Set your peace freebefore your caged mind catchesyou again in another dream trapwhere you may loathe to be your own menace awaiting in hope of a war-less world !
A heartful mind can always see better than mindless eyes
Word-Power’Being stuck in my room,I’ve become a world traveler.If you wonder how…just guess how I’ve reached you right now
We must yield to the power of words. Even God has chosen words to communicate with his creatures like us
My arrivalHer womb’s delightHer existenceMy living lightHer woundsMy scarsHer skiesMy starsHer daysMy hoursHer strengthMy powersI breathe my name Being her childWithout motherLife’s beguiledFrom the poem ‘Mother
Sitting in a corner, I live like a toad Oh! How I love my room: my tiny abode! Here I wake up; and I sleep in hereThe world far away; yet virtually near Not that I’m jailed in this place of graceJust don’t want to face another face
A poet can imagine an iceberg singing a melancholic song while the world leaders find it difficult to imagine proper solution to global warming.
Deceivers are the most hideous creatures in the world
Lovers are the best birds in the world when they know how to fly higher…
Where in the world would a star be without the love of the sky?
Smile puts a smile on all the good things in the world
Happiness is the most magical thing in this world the amount of which remains the same, even after distributing it amongst innumerable unhappy people.
In a world of lovelightning and rainbow are lovers now. They arc and strike upon the horizon of credence to rise above their cloudy vow
Growing older is a blurred birth certificate that only can take us to this world’s perplexed journey, but it cannot smear the letters of the epitaph
In a cruel world kindness is certainly an unsafe virtue
We live in a world where a hut made of clay is more durable than brick buildings, because poverty doesn’t allow it to be reconstructed.
Wind and breeze are separated todayCrimson twilight denies to fade away Grass blades turn brown to match the soilWe pretend to smile at every turmoil
Passion lingers on a state of blissLove loves you more when you kiss
Home was never a dream for homeless people as they used to have their homes. Living in a home was their reality. Now we need to help them to find the lost-reality again.
When reality hurts, make sure to soar above the dream-stained sky!
In my reality all the mosquitoes are vampires and all fireflies are dragons.
The joy of knowing a foreign language is inexpressible. I find it really difficult to express such joy in my mother tongue.
Loneliness is not the enemy of your joy as long as you know how you should always destroy the pensive mood that remains with you like a friend who never stands up for you when you’re forced to bend
The wind and sky know that there is no joy in unlimited freedom
My tears of joyhear the raindrops crying,as the rain never wants to pourdown on my cloudy dayswhen I makeour love-dreamsfor the sun to dreamonly for you….(From the poem “Only For You” By Munia Khan)
Every joy is like a piece of mirror: always reflecting..
Let the fools hold on to their treasured stupidityLet yourself be safe in wisdom with much rapidity
If you venture to be a sageLet your virtues subside your rageFor deep wisdom you’ll be veneratedLet cold veins feel blood cells generated
Patience is to wait for the ice to melt instead of breaking it.
Do not feel sad for your tears as rocks never regret the waterfalls
Growth of human hair is the absolute blessing for a barber
The value of darkness can never be measuredif you don’t break its cheap spell secretly treasured
Patience is the blue vitriol to control the fungal emotions of life
A lie has many colours, while white is the only faithful colour of truth.
If you allow coldness to engulf you before winter, season is helpless to help you.
Only the moon’s smile can cure the unseen scars of darkness
I think poetry without metaphor is like husband and wife living in separate bedrooms.
A lantern can give you light only when you light it
When something means nothing to you, you can do everything you want; but someday, somehow you may have to pay for it.
Our miseries are inseparable, so is our every single blessing.
Time appears to be most wasted when someone seeks truth in lies
If you are a finger, your honesty is the hand to make your existence worth living.
It’s not really outstanding when you’re standing outOutcry is the only outburst,if you can’t shout
Life’s contentment is like an abstract edifice with a domed ceiling of insanity
Our infinitesimal hopes should survive longer than our vast disappointments
We should not fail to hide our love for the one who fails to hide hatred
Dream’s elixir veered between light and clouds to save the blue..
A child can die even in the safest place on earth- its mother’s womb!
I want to be a transitory fallen, lifted up by virtues every time.
You can never be lost when you learn to get lost into the blue of the sea..
Never let the salt of your tears be tasteless in grief.
If wisdom is a place, you should be the wisest one to live there..
Street children are lovely blossoms just dropped from the tree after a heavy storm. Now they need to be put together with a needle and threads of security and shelter to live into a beautiful circle of life’s garland
Seek more strength for weaker spine No grape grows on sinner’s vine
My past lives alone. That’s why my loneliness wants to live in the past
Water is such a lifesaver into which we cannot breathe but without taking it into us we cannot live
If I die today, will you remember me tomorrow?The love I’m leaving behind, will you care to borrow? From a snake-shed-skin or from the sky unknownIn all living and the dead I’ll dwell to groan
Learn from the ants- how a tiny heart is big enough to love, help and care about another living existence.
You don’t need a sad soul to feel the beauty of a dead graveJust stay with the pale moonwhen darkness wants the night to be brave
A place to live is not a place to stayA place to stay is not a living place
We cannot prepare our fate, but we can stir it up.
Learn to lose your destiny to find where it leads you
One of my greatest failures: I was trying to cut a piece of moment so that I could erase it.One of my greatest achievements:I have learnt to ignore my futureless past.
Faith is the only belief which remains alive between heaven and hell.
A chronic poet should always be an inveterate nature-lover.
If we are the trees, words are our roots; and we grow as we write
Words know how to suffocate lies to exhale the truth.
It’s been raining outside and I feel like a sad poet, hating my imagination pissing on the roof.
Death is God when love is mine.Prayer preys when we’re divine
Grammar is the breathing power for the life of language
Facing a language you don’t know is like returning to your infancy when your mother tongue used to be a foreign language to you
Give me one more night to taste the darkWhen wolves imitate a lone dog’s bark Let those secrets remain unspoken Fallen angel’s heart now lover’s token Light grows dim burying riddle’s death Just breathe to free your one last breath
Moon is a superstar to a neon lightBoth are in doubt of their lifeless plight One envies the sun, the other one’s scared But to face the dark they’re always prepared
If I were a flower,humming bird would be my favourite beeAnd If I were blind,the light of darkness I’d love to see
I believe the night I’ve never methides one elusive star I needto divide me between darkness and light
Faithfulness: where faith is full of necessary trusts!
The center of my sins stuck behind a blocked door, circled by hollow deeds spread on my lifetime’s floor
Being empty makes me whole sometimes. I wonder if every hollow hole has its own solidity of fulfillment
The real satire starts when I’m shockingly mocked,not mockingly shocked.
For a brokenhearted person memories are the vital parts of misery
I left smiles on your wordless lipsThe night roads- dismal and narrow,dream’s path remains shadowy wideas our lone hearts felt that arrowFrom the Poem ‘My Tomorrow
There lives a weeperin each of us-a silent mourner honoring our despairwhen our willingness slain by helplessness continues to resurrect to be slaughtered again
Only tears can hear the sound of pain when warm blood reddens discolored stain
Do not trap yourself into an owl’s hooting soundwhere sad nights linger through the blackness of a hound
If you feel all damp and lonely like a mushroom, find the thick, creamy soup of joyfulness and just dive into it in order to make life tastier
Listen to the child in you and follow its innocence
We all belong to the holiness of our eternal soul.
Nothing is unreal as long as you can imagine like a crow
Wolves fail to hide their integrity just like the way men fail to hide their own animality.
No food is edible, if you don’t feel like eatingStanding is incredible, if you hate sitting
Don’t let your dreams be forsaken by the starry nights
My pillows are dreaming, not me.With my eyes closed I only try to feel how they dream.
In my dreams I am sleepingI am sleeping in my dreamsI wish to dream in my sleepJust wish to dream in my sleep.
Fear no more as long as her memory surrounds you like a ghost…cry no more as long as she weeps for you like a willow.
My memories always clutch my brain to understand the past
From one moment to another memory steps back to rediscover the past
The colour of fear is never dark or black; it has the colour of thunderbolt; usually white, but can appear in different hues depending on how the fear travels through to get inside your heart
I’m looking for youin the bare corridor where my shadow is the only passerbyharmonizing an unsettling whisper: echoed through my chiming thoughtsFrom the poem ‘Looking For You
Eagle’s flight of loneliness soars so high Around its sigh, no more alone the sky Other birds remain away, clouds pass byBetween shrouds of life and haze sun rays die
I wish to spend a lifetime near a lighthouse where loneliness will be the glimmer of luminous prancing upon ocean waves… rising and falling only for my breathing.
I never feel alone realizing the fact that my life is my only life partner
You will never feel alone, if you run down the stairs of loneliness; as every solitary step becomes your companion.
Life’s harrowing echo only to be faded into exiled loneliness
My shadow is tired walking with me; but I have yet to be bored walking with myself, all by myself…
It is hard to befool a fool who has already been fooled so many times
Strong anger can only make you weaker than you already are
Aging is not our fault, but we certainly are guilty of feeling it.
Our mistakes would not wish for anything more, if we could just stop giving birth to them.
It is the honey which makes us cruel enough to ignore the death of a bee
The problem is not in the sugar when it tastes bitter, the problem is with the tongue.
Wounds are inspirations to make us stronger than the sun which blazes the day to be longer
An hour is indeed a long time when you count every second
Happiness lives in every corner of your home and if you are homeless, it lives under the leaves of trees, hiding beneath the sky’s cloudiness. All you need to do is to find it with patience.
Our regrets want to bring back many things we leave behind
In a world of selfie-addiction smile usually is the brand name for an essential drug called pretense
Only the writers can change or fix the past by going back to edit old works
I love to chase my shadow to feel how it rests in the dark.
Rejoice with glitters of ashes tonightSparkling for moon’s spiced silver biteUpon skin of darkness, loving night moreStorm begins unlocking cold wind’s door
The twilight seems invidious.It simply can’t let the sun hide away when darkness is just another name for night..
Satan is never your well-wisher. Get the pleasure of making him annoyed on you by doing good deeds
In all the flames of fire fume’s left the traceInto the bluest sea the sky is drownedThe miracles of life can you embraceFrom the poem ‘Can You Embrace?
Sitting makes us think of standingOur current stance keeps on demanding We wish to fly without the wings Puppets move before pulling the strings
I forgot to supannoyancefrom his glass full ofmingled dread and rageNow let me takea small draught of solacefrom my own little cupfull of predicaments!From the poem- Draught
I found an empty chairand sat on itto find myself even emptier.I found a broken glassand looked at itto see my dissolved facea little prettierI found a steep doorwayand enteredin order to close my exit.From the poem ‘Blue Stanzas
If lighthouse becomes a burning candle, flickered upon ocean’s insanity.Your sailing heart there anchors to handle the obsessed breeze towards sand dune’s vanity.
Pets reflect you like mirrors. When you are happy, you can see your dog smiling and when you are sad, your cat cries.
Anger can be defeated by controlling our emotions without upsetting the nerves.
The amazing feeling of being alive beautifully conquers the fear of death
If “Frailty, thy name is woman”, Frailty must be a man named as ‘woman
Sometimes the people we love make us hate some other people we love.
Even a wolf knows how to be polite when animalistic humans have no clue about politeness
I’ve made him a monster by overloving. Lord knows, if hatred could make him human again.
I climb the door instead of a treeJust to crawl with myself walking freeWhat if I’m a lizard beneath my skinChanging my colours of the human I’ve been
I want to be a guileless rook to discolor the blackness of all crafty human hearts
Everything unsaid can be guessedTruth may not always be confessed
When you ‘lie’ to me, you don’t ‘lie down’ or lay.Even after the game you still want to play.
Seek for truth,you’ll find me;Peek for lies,you’ll blind me
My eyes in tearsHeart never sighsMy mind never fearsI conquer the lies
nothing is lifelesswhen the moon writes its screedon the silvern sand silence-From the poem:”The Universe In Blossom
all hopes there, so close to each other,are pulled into the void every night;when a band of pale twinkles milking the wayacross the divine breadth of skywhere every heart belongs.- From the poem “The Universe In Blossom
Your love is not really love until you waste it, a kiss is never a kiss until you taste it..
To a pessimist, losing bobby pins is as hopeless as losing hair. To an optimist, losing hair gives hope to get the lost bobby pins back.
I’m two days away from day after tomorrowCounting the hours to my upcoming sorrow Suddenly I lookinto the eyes of my childThen all sadness goneas I smile the way she smiled
I wonder at the starry pattern in the skyAre they little pieces of moon which want to fly..?
I’m looking for youinto that silverspoon where I taste my reflection to feel the touch of your untouchables- from the poem “Looking For You
Please let me know if I am not hereLet me know if I fail to find you thereFor before the dawn I leave the night behind meAnd before my heart I let you leave me behind.
Madness is like an alternative residence. When sanity chases you out of home, take shelter in madness.
A dead man’s vanity: his ashes full of life that cannot be deceased before a living being’s pride.
Our creator is one. However you name him. Whatever you call him. He is the only one having 99 names…
Love is like electricity sometimes; it may shock you anytime, yet you cannot live without it.
May be you are gone,but that doesn’t make me come back
When the years are dying in the arms of your life,the earth is in pain moving around the sun.
Let all the green leaves be mineas long as the trees define shades created by their limbsfor the soil made with victimsof atrocity’s vileness to redeem the fragileness
The greatest artist and web-designer ever is indeed a spider!
A lost road will remember your footsteps because someday you may want to return, tracing the way.
Without dreams ‘life’remains ‘life’..always: neither better nor worse.
…before the dawn I leave the night behind meand before my heart I let you leave me behind.- from the poem ‘Behind
A concrete love is a mass of emotion formed into a compound mixture of affection, care, desire and expectation.
Life needs a room so hermetically sealed to breathe life
Deep down inside we always seek for our departed loved ones
Even a cockroach can be legendary by being killed by a legend.
Today is a fantasy for tomorrow has gone and yesterday is here!
Our politicians always show lame excuse to defend their cripple decisions.
Footsteps are the wonders of staying alive to move forward
Seventy years of life is nothing in front of a single day of death
We should learn to savor some moments to let time feel worth existing
I think the best shaped box ever on earth is a coffin which can be handmade to escort the forever numb-hands.
A selfie is nothing more than just an external reflection of yourself
Sturdy swimmers afloat on water-couch Beneath the heavy bill their treasured pouchFishes pray for them to fly far away Inland lakes toast to the Pelican’s day
The taste of moon is like honey to all honeymooners, but after some years does the moon’s scar make it bitter?
The moon can never breathe, but it can take our breath away with the beauty of its cold, arid orb.
Stop being afraid of fear, let it be scared of you
Wild waves rise and fall when they arrive And that’s what makes the calm sea alive
You don’t need to be the tide to rise and fall, you don’t have to be a wave to touch the shore; just be a little sand-grain and feel them all
My mind mends my motives and my notion navigates my natives,for we all are made of soil-our corrupted soil.
I want you to be my black vulture:forever monogamous!
The land is always there…it is you who has to return
Sometimes it is easier to feel the veins wilted and empty than to sense the coldness of blood in fear
She felt nervy as all her excitements turned into weaknesses
Cyber void is so full of amazing emptiness that makes us feel fulfilled.
Some broken vases can still hold beautiful flowers
Wish I could be a fragile piece of glass to accept my brokenness.
I try to grasp the colour of my blood and all I feel is life slipping through the colourless veins.
Politicians are the sole cause of our incurable social eczema