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

My shadow is tired walking with me; but I have yet to be bored walking with myself, all by myself.

Do not feel sad for your tears as rocks never regret the waterfalls.

Even a wolf knows how to be polite when animalistic humans have no clue about politeness.

A mind can bleed a heart to death.

A farewell to my shadow is not my death; it’s my rebirth in darkness.

The moon can never breathe, but it can take our breath away with the beauty of its cold, arid orb.

Moon is the light from a lantern in heaven.

Distance unites missing beats of two hearts in love.

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.