“If we are the trees, words are our roots; and we grow as we write.”

No living thing is ugly in this world. Even a tarantula considers itself beautiful.

Live alone if staying together seems lifeless

Only the moon’s smile can cure the unseen scars of darkness.

The love of a half dead heart will keep you half alive.

It is the honey which makes us cruel enough to ignore the death of a bee.

It’s been raining outside and I feel like a sad poet, hating my imagination pissing on the roof.

A lost road will remember your footsteps because someday you may want to return, tracing the way.

Stars are always dancing. Sometimes they dance twinkling away with the rhythm of your joyful heart and sometimes they dance without movement to embrace your heartache as if frozen sculptures of open-armed sadness.

Departure of a year welcomes so many new memories.

It is hard to befool a fool who has already been fooled so many times.

Love is love, even if it is illicit; like light remains light even in the darkness.

Wish I could be a fragile piece of glass to accept my brokenness.

A moment’s beginning ends in a moment

Protect your dreams from your nightmare.

Being empty makes me whole sometimes. I wonder if every hollow hole has its own solidity of fulfillment.

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