My pillows are dreaming, not me.With my eyes closed I only try to feel how they dream.

I want to be a guileless rook to discolor the blackness of all crafty human hearts

A mind can bleed a heart to death.

We cannot prepare our fate, but we can stir it up.

Blood is everywhere..Vultures take shelter beneath the tanks;for the fumed sky is unsafe for their avian flight to prey on the Palestinian flesh.

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

In my reality all the mosquitoes are vampires and all fireflies are dragons.

Give me a piece of cake from your love-life;I’ll show you how to lick fidelity’s cream off every layer you mistrust.

When you ‘lie’ to me, you don’t ‘lie down’ or lay.Even after the game you still want to play.

Breathe as long as the sky is alive

The amazing feeling of being alive beautifully conquers the fear of death

Another side of my heart is called pain: ever pumping!

Words know how to suffocate lies to exhale the truth.

From one moment to another memory steps back to rediscover the past

Two types of dust I require to wipe my sin

She felt nervy as all her excitements turned into weaknesses

Protect your dreams from your nightmare

EAT YOUR HEART OUT” to reach the goal.From the poem- Holy Dio: the Diver (A tribute to Ronnie James Dio)

I cannot squeeze the stars; but I can squeeze my mind to feel the moon compressed.

Learn to lose your destiny to find where it leads you

I never feel alone realizing the fact that my life is my only life partner

A moment’s beginning ends in a moment

The moon can never breathe, but it can take our breath away with the beauty of its cold, arid orb.

Ocean separates lands, not souls..

Faithfulness: where faith is full of necessary trusts!

Seek for truth,you’ll find me;Peek for lies,you’ll blind me

Life’s harrowing echo only to be faded into exiled loneliness

Politics is clueless; I can claim -“I am a politician” only because I am not.

Tears are my joy to hide my pain;like thunder hides the sound of rain.

Every joy is like a piece of mirror: always reflecting..

Live alone if staying together seems lifeless

I love to chase my shadow to feel how it rests in the dark.

I try to grasp the colour of my blood and all I feel is life slipping through the colourless veins.

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)

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.

My eyes in tearsHeart never sighsMy mind never fearsI conquer the lies

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

My shadow is tired walking with me; but I have yet to be bored walking with myself, all by myself…

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...

The wind and sky know that there is no joy in unlimited freedom

Your love is not really love until you waste it, a kiss is never a kiss until you taste it..

The easiest way to be reborn is to live and feel life everyday

Anger can be defeated by controlling our emotions without upsetting the nerves.

Only pain can define the meaning of tears.

Our politicians always show lame excuse to defend their cripple decisions.

Weep hard as much as you need; but do not let your tears pursue the sorrow for the rest of your life.

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.

Our infinitesimal hopes should survive longer than our vast disappointments

The twilight seems invidious.It simply can’t let the sun hide away when darkness is just another name for night..

I will not move an inch; I’ve become an anvil to endure every act of striking