poems

Sometimes even a "Yes" can be fatal for our Souls

In the end it will be your __ctions_ __onvictions_ & __houghts_ which will determine how you shaped your life.

When you are stressed and challenged by hardships just smile through it as frowning won__ help in changing the situation

No matter how much struggle you face in your journey towards success, someday you will look back and realize your struggles changed your life for the better.

All I need to dois place my pen against paperand your lovewrites for me.

You are afraid to let anyone in, but you still leave the door open, hoping someone good will shut the door behind him and throw away the keys.

2a.m and a ceiling stained with question marks.

I do not just want you at your best.I almost do not carewhere your Happiness lives,but please,let me visit your pain?Take me to the placewhere your sadness goes,and show me the tragedythat no one knows.

Maybe that's what writers do-Maybe they exaggerate pain just so that you feel okay about what you're feeling.

In a dark placein a dark timestart with black.Stop. Soak up its energy.Remember the circlehowever bent and broken.Prize balance. Seek Pleasure.Allow surprise. Let musicguide your every impulse.Support those who falter.Steer by our fixed star:No Justice, No Peace.

The day arrived,when myriad teary rivers flow and the muted wind faintly died in his tears__n altar for the beloved one's departure,for sister-hood is no more,for her to adore!while pangs the beating world in a lamenting voice;their remembering loss of the 'one' they embrace most and when the crepuscule came like a phantom,the mournful,gathered birds swiftly flew in gloom.

you're going to love your way out of this.out of the hurt.out of the pain.you're going to love your way out of itand be free.

Maybe it's animalness that will make the world right again: the wisdom of elephants, the enthusiasm of canines, the grace of snakes, the mildness of anteaters. Perhaps being human needs some diluting. At any rate, how nice to be well dressed and among friends and in a state where poems pop out by themselves.

Fear is the most prodigious enemy of our soul

Stop explaining to others, people will only understand from their level of discernment.

Respect is reverence out of love, Fear is reverence out of hate.Choose Wisely

It__ not easy to write a poem about a poem.

I want topeel away all the labelsI had once given to othersand place themupon the fabricof my own identity.They have reflected back to me,everything that I refuseto See in myself.