Even a wolf knows how to be polite when animalistic humans have no clue about politeness
My tears of joyhear the raindrops crying,as the rain never wants to pourdown on my cloudy dayswhen I makeour love-dreamsfor the sun to dreamonly for you....(From the poem "Only For You" By Munia Khan)
A dung beetle couple in love constantly proves that you still can be in love living on shit.
The land is always there...it is you who has to return
Deep down inside we always seek for our departed loved ones
Starlight beats when heart twinklesYouthful sky beyond cloudy wrinklesMuse of glory to flame the nightVerse inscribed as written light
Some memories should be dead as they are like living corpse in mortal's bed
Just a little piece of peace can cultivate the land of Palestine, but inhuman human won't let it do that....
Love is like electricity sometimes; it may shock you anytime, yet you cannot live without it.
The Sun can rise anytime in your dreams. And there night may fall anytime as well.
Wounds are inspirations to make us stronger than the sun which blazes the day to be longer
A poet can imagine an iceberg singing a melancholic song while the world leaders find it difficult to imagine proper solution to global warming.
My love for you attains immortality whenever it is touched by the thought of death
Facing a language you don't know is like returning to your infancy when your mother tongue used to be a foreign language to you
In a world of selfie-addiction smile usually is the brand name for an essential drug called pretense
No living thing is ugly in this world. Even a tarantula considers itself beautiful
A smartphone is an addictive device which traps a soul into a lifeless planet full of lives
Wings are of many kinds. Butterfly's wings, vulture's wings, eagle-wings, spread wings of white swans, dragonfly's serene wings, wings of albatross, lovely wings of humming birds, tiny wings of a fly...
If lighthouse becomes a burning candle, flickered upon ocean's insanity.Your sailing heart there anchors to handle the obsessed breeze towards sand dune's vanity.
Bookworms are the most precious worms in the world when they are humans, feeding upon the paper's body with their starving minds.
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