“Patience is to wait for the ice to melt instead of breaking it.”

If you allow coldness to engulf you before winter, season is helpless to help you.

When reality hurts, make sure to soar above the dream-stained sky!

All shadows of clouds the sun cannot hide like the moon cannot stop oceanic tide; but a hidden star can still be smiling at night’s black spell on darkness, beguiling.

Spring is the fountain of love for thirsty winter.

Love is like dried flowers sometimes. Even though you watch the petals shrink and change colour, you cannot help treasuring them.

You don’t need a sad soul to feel the beauty of a dead grave, Just stay with the pale moon when darkness wants the night to be brave.

Where in the world would a star be without the love of the sky?

Take me to ‘nowhere’ when distance belongs here, there, everywhere.

Every lake belongs to the quietness desired by the swans.

When you run out of love, it’s really hard to understand whether you have lost your heart or your heart has lost you.

I wish to spend a lifetime near a lighthouse where loneliness will be the glimmer of luminous prancing upon ocean waves… rising and falling only for my breathing.

You will never feel alone, if you run down the stairs of loneliness; as every solitary step becomes your companion.

Wild animals are less wild and more human than many humans of this world.

Dreamers must dream on as long as the nightmare wakes them up to greet with a bucketful of reality.

If you rescue me from my pipe dreams, I’ll stop smoking fantasies.

I love to chase my shadow to feel how it rests in the dark.

In time, the hurt began to fade and it was easier to just let it go.

I love the time I spend with you. You make my living worth-while. Why dint I meet you before. I wish I could start my life From the beginning with you because the time I spend with you is never enough. I need you more everyday.

Love isn’t complicated, people are.

I know that somehow, every step I took since the moment I could walk was a step towards finding you.

Come back. Even as a shadow, even as a dream.

The stories that you tell yourself can make or break you – no matter who you are.

I don’t care about you, why you worried about me?

The hottest love has the coldest end.