The life we’re given is on a thread, so wear it well.

We built tall buildings, but we have not become any taller.

Shelley’s servant”. Wasn’t that a wonderful gesture of humility by someonewho was such a great poet himself? And later, Bharatiyar had his own dasan, the poet Subburathinam, who tookthe pen name Bharathidasan. Subburathinam’s poetry inspired...

At the edge of madness you howl diamonds and pearls.

& love is an evil word. Turn it backwards/see, see what I mean? An evol word.

The same word we love and hate, leaves in different directions, taking different paths.

Accidents are not accidents but precise arrivals at the wrong right time.

Statesmen are grocers, ambitious clowns.

Sunbathe from within.

He is smitten on the brain, -he reads and writes verses! I caught him in the act! Fools might say he was inspired; but I know it is the first and worst symptom of lunacy....

I say, ‘Get me some poets as managers.’ Poets are our original systems thinkers. They contemplate the world in which we live and feel obligated to interpret, and give expression to it in a way...

Blessed are the weird people: poets, misfits, writersmystics, painters, troubadoursfor they teach us to see the world through different eyes.

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

I had no more alphabetthan the journeying of the swallows,the pure and tiny waterof the small, fiery birdthat dances rising from the pollen.

Imperfection is my ticket, perfection is my pursuit

To fall in love with someone’s thoughts – the most intimate, splendid romance.

MUSINGSThe little poets sing of little things:Hope, cheer, and faith, small queens and puppet kings;Lovers who kissed and then were made as one,And modest flowers waving in the sun.The mighty poets write in blood and...

Again I resume the longlesson: how small a thingcan be pleasing, how littlein this hard world it takesto satisfy the mindand bring it to its rest.

everybody loves a poeta poet loves everybody

To hear never-heard sounds, To see never-seen colors and shapes, To try to understand the imperceptible Power pervading the world; To fly and find pure ethereal substances That are not of matter But of that...

Forget decorated generals, tell me about Private Ryan.

Either all lights are turned off or one inner light is missing.

Eternity is a glorious word, but eternity is ice.

Once, poets were magicians. Poets were strong, stronger than warriors or kings — stronger than old hapless gods. And they will be strong once again.

It may well be on such a night of clouds and cruel colors that there is brought forth upon the earth such a portent as a respectable poet. You say you are a poet of...

Cities are built out of poet’s dreams.

Saturated Arrogance…she rebuked those about herin darkness did she dwella pathetic historyall mortal man would tell..

mind-boggling” moments, when I would doubt myself and what I was writing. It has been said that we, ourselves, are our own worst critics.All the hard work had payed off though, and I created a...

Sail Forth- Steer for the deep waters only. Reckless O soul, exploring. I with thee and thou with me. For we are bound where mariner has not yet dared go. And we will risk the...

I am filled time and againwith a heart-aching wonder when I thinkof the fireand frost of memoriesof the everlastingnessof lovethe solace of familyand the power of prayer.

Nor is there wanting in the pressSome spirit to stand simply forth,Heroic in it nakedness,Against the uttermost of earth.The tale of earth’s unhonored thingsSounds nobler there than ‘neath the sun;And the mind whirls and the...

A poet is a verb that blossoms light in gardens of dawn, or sometimes midnight.

Some poets travel to distant lands and bring back exotic sights and smells. But others go to witness turmoil or violence, to be at the center of political or social change and to bring back...

Nothing is inanimate; what is the rest is our interpretation.

Don’t pay attention to those who offer too much.

How alive is thought, invisible, yet without thought there is no sight.

A single wire hanger on a nail by itselfIsn’t bad though a stack of them on a floorIs too gloomy for words.

You know, poets and songwriters have long known that people like repetition. You know, poets and songwriters have long known that people like repetition. I guess when I say people, I mean everyone but my...

Them lady poets must not marry, pal.

Poets can dodge. (“Evening Primrose”)

If you were destined to be a poet, then you won’t brainstorm for lines that rhymes. If you were destined to be a celebrity, then you shouldn’t start searching for fans. If you are truly...

Poets may be delightful creatures in the meadow or the garret, but they are menaces on the assembly line.

Glorious sex that poets write about and that angels blow their trumpets over absolutely requires the participants to be fully engaged and fully witnessing the entire event!

Not words. nor laughter. but rather someonewho will fall in lovewith your silence.

Madness is loving the unsolvable puzzle of your soul and replacing the lost pieces with my own.

Philosophers, Poets and Fools have similar Consciousness

For a game, you don’t need a teacher.

Love is almost never simple.

All those big words produce disgust today.

Sun is a hearthstone, a merry-go-round of extinguished hearthstones.