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

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.

Soft feathers cannot make a cruel bird kind.

The hardest part of leaving is to make it look so easy… isn’t that the unfortunate fuckin truth.

I believe women still face a glass ceiling that must be shattered.

It’s always been hard for me to walk away from people I love when I’ve grown to become reliant on even some of their most harmful traits.

I will always love the worst of you.

Please don’t let me sleep. I’ll only dream of her.

The moving finger writes; and having writ, moves on.

It is better to break off a thousand friendships, than to endure the sight of a single enemy.

But I am just a poet who makes art out of broken people.