There is always an inside from outside the door

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

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?

Life needs a room so hermetically sealed to breathe life

I want you to be my black vulture:forever monogamous!

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

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...

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

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!

Never try to lock the virtue’s door with the key of viceIt may lock forever; never to be opened again

Fear no more as long as her memory surrounds you like a ghost…cry no more as long as she weeps for you like a willow.

Pain pumps blood when heart dies

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

Nothing is unreal as long as you can imagine like a crow

Lightning hides the colour of night

Death is every mortal’s life to be alive!

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...

You cannot taste a song but you can feel the tune relishing your heart where strings of music belong.

Sometimes an unimaginative mind can imagine the most unimaginable

Silence has its own colour to paint the truth

Seventy years of life is nothing in front of a single day of death

That’s not me.That’s my duality!

It is always the soul and brain that really matters; never the heart or mind.

Death is God when love is mine.Prayer preys when we’re divine

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?

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

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

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.

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

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

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.

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

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.