Without dreams ‘life’remains ‘life’..always: neither better nor worse.

Wisemen’s minds and hearts live together under the same roof of wisdom

Learn how to learn before you learn; then learn to love before you love

Death’s life should have listened to the moonly whispers of breathing in the coldest nights

My mind mends my motives and my notion navigates my natives,for we all are made of soil-our corrupted soil.

A chronic poet should always be an inveterate nature-lover.

Only the writers can change or fix the past by going back to edit old works

Wrap your mind around my thoughts as I wrap my soul around your heart.

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

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

A concrete love is a mass of emotion formed into a compound mixture of affection, care, desire and expectation.

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

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

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

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

A dead man’s vanity: his ashes full of life that cannot be deceased before a living being’s pride.

If you rescue me from my pipe dreams, I’ll stop smoking fantasies.

My pen beats faster as I write with my heart

No food is edible, if you don’t feel like eatingStanding is incredible, if you hate sitting

Life is its own consumer

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

When reality hurts, make sure to soar above the dream-stained sky!

Every mind should reflect to touch the green of life through trees.

Plenty of foods inside my stomach.Soul is empty.

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

The stars will live for me, if not anything else

We all have our secrets; some people like to hide it and some just don’t like to reveal.

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

Let us change a letterfrom the word ‘EVIL’Make it ‘Ivil’as long as ‘Israel’ remains so…Let us protect the letter ‘P’for Prayers..for PALESTINE…for Peace..

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…

I want to be a transitory fallen, lifted up by virtues every time.

You will never feel alone, if you run down the stairs of loneliness; as every solitary step becomes your companion.

In my dreams I am sleepingI am sleeping in my dreamsI wish to dream in my sleepJust wish to dream in my sleep.

Without ‘love’ your ‘heart’ can never remind you of your life..

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

Death has a life which kills everybody’s life

Wish I could be a fragile piece of glass to accept my brokenness.

The most disturbing sound in the world comes from the alarm clock at 5:30am

Some pain has no relief,it can only be sealed You can grasp the wound to feel the scar unhealed.

I feel like a real dead one: having neither blood to bleed nor any flesh or bone to feel the scars; yet I want to hold on to my spirit.

I feel frozen holding on to the flame of my own duality..

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

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

Dream’s elixir veered between light and clouds to save the blue..

Human pigeons there the dancersGunfighters: metal-romancersThis war needs no necromancerIron shells its spell-commencerJournalists, writers: freelancerDonate words as ‘peace enhancer’Where’s the question when war’s the answer?Mortality now life’s financer!From the poem- “For Them” By Munia Khan

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

You can never be lost when you learn to get lost into the blue of the sea..

When the years are dying in the arms of your life,the earth is in pain moving around the sun.

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 !

…before the dawn I leave the night behind meand before my heart I let you leave me behind.- from the poem ‘Behind