A mind can bleed a heart to death.

Ocean separates lands, not souls..

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

Each tear longs to kiss sorrow

A writer leads a hyphenated-life with words

A place to live is not a place to stayA place to stay is not a living place

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

I put my clothing into the refrigerator and the foods into my wardrobe; am I in love?

My mind has a time machine; it can travel back to the past when I close my eyes and in my dreams it travels to the future.

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

Mind hates to seep in delusion soaking faintly discolored obsession.

If wisdom is a place, you should be the wisest one to live there..

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

Every heart needs a cutting part sharper than a blade to stab agony

A heartful mind can always see better than mindless eyes

Let’s live to believe leaving all lies behind

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

Footsteps are the wonders of staying alive to move forward

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

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

If we are the trees, words are our roots; and we grow as we write

My memories always clutch my brain to understand the past

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...

I think the best shaped box ever on earth is a coffin which can be handmade to escort the forever numb-hands.

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

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.

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.