Wolves fail to hide their integrity just like the way men fail to hide their own animality.

Being empty makes me whole sometimes. I wonder if every hollow hole has its own solidity of fulfillment

Never let the salt of your tears be tasteless in grief.

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

Faithfulness: where faith is full of necessary trusts!

Slogans seem to be dead; this world is now busy chanting fears of lost democracy

My pond life with hydra is over; now I’m into the ocean world of poetry to dive deeper..

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

Your eyes need to be opened wider than your heart, when love is blinder than your eyes.

Today is a fantasy for tomorrow has gone and yesterday is here!

Each tear longs to kiss sorrow

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

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.

Every dream is the beginning of a new life in your thoughts..

Dreamers must dream on as long as the nightmare wakes them upto greet with a bucketful of reality

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

Sometimes it is easier to feel the veins wilted and empty than to sense the coldness of blood in fear

The light within us can always identify our mind’s darkness

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…

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

A child can die even in the safest place on earth- its mother’s womb!

My memories always clutch my brain to understand the past

Ocean separates lands, not souls..

My pen beats faster as I write with my heart

The greatest artist and web-designer ever is indeed a spider!

If you are a finger, your honesty is the hand to make your existence worth living.

Footsteps are the wonders of staying alive to move forward

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

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

If “Frailty, thy name is woman”, Frailty must be a man named as ‘woman

Life is its own consumer

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

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

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

A farewell to my shadow is not my death; it’s my rebirth in darkness.

Let’s pursue the visage of imagination

Do not trap yourself into an owl’s hooting soundwhere sad nights linger through the blackness of a hound

Faith is the only belief which remains alive between heaven and hell.

We should not fail to hide our love for the one who fails to hide hatred

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

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

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.

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

There are various wounds to describe our hurts;the deepest one is the most painful.

Pain pumps blood when heart dies

Laugh until you cry;never let your eyes look dryThis is not a matter of joke;this is all to provokeour sense of humourLife is its own consumer!

I wonder at the starry pattern in the skyAre they little pieces of moon which want to fly..?

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

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

nothing is lifelesswhen the moon writes its screedon the silvern sand silence-From the poem:”The Universe In Blossom