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

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

Life is the music of your soul; all you need to do is to listen hard

A moment can be left inside the memory of time.

No one can ever bring the morning back at midnight

Only tears can hear the sound of pain when warm blood reddens discolored stain

The taste of love is always amazing; even when it’s bitter

Let’s pursue the visage of imagination

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

Madness is like an alternative residence. When sanity chases you out of home, take shelter in madness.

Don’t let your dreams be forsaken by the starry nights

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

Aren’t we all homeless without a home inside our mind?

There is always an inside from outside the door

May be you are gone,but that doesn’t make me come back

Life’s contentment is like an abstract edifice with a domed ceiling of insanity