“There are these emotions which are eager to scream aloud, but they settle inside us without a cry.”

With every new sunset, the sun fears that the waves might stop paying homage to it at night.

What good you did in separating those petals from a rose show some efforts in separating it’s thorns.

You can’t measure, my love for you. I’m a victor. I steal you, from my very own self, every minute every day.

I wonder if there is someone in the sky waiting for me to wake up at five.

Silent hearts carrying pain quietly are likely to make thunders cry loud.

The journey of fire begins, survives and ends with air.

Stay peaceful until your inner conflicts turn into a war with someone.

All I want for christmas is your warmth, near the firing woods. Cuddling on the chair, swinging in merry times, forgetting our bad lies.

There is magic in this universe. I don’t know how often do you believe in it, or you do not at all. But if you do not, then this is for you to know, that your very existence is magic in itself.

I have been confused with many pretty smiles earlier but your canines hit me differently.

I don’t want to show my body to the ones, who often close their eyes, when it’s time to praise the beauty of my mind and soul.

Any day can be Monday when you choose to start right.

Do not insist me to let you go, you come half hearted like a crescent moon, and you go heart-filled like a full moon which glows.

It is hard holding a spot in your body that doesn’t want you.

I chose myself today, not over you. I can never do that, and you know that well. I just chose the new me over my past self.

The believe you carry in yourself is what makes you unbelievable for others.

Falling down ain’t falling down, If you don’t cry when you hit the floor, It’s called the past cause I’m getting past, And I ain’t nothing like I was before, You ought to see me now.

Sometimes you’ll laugh. Sometimes you’ll cry. Life never tells us, the when’s or why’s. When you’ve got friends, to wish you well. You’ll find your point when. You will exhale.

I’ve painted stars around tears that I’ve cried. And now my pain is a galaxy and every star has a name and every name feels like pain and you’re every star.

If I should die this very day, Don’t cry…cause on Earth We wasn’t meant to stay.

I was aware of people staring at me. No one moved. They seemed almost in trance. I just stared at the clock in the center of the church. When I finished, everyone clapped and started crying.

I haven’t cried in a while it feels like my tears have dried. But I miss you more than my eyes could ever cry.

The sky was crying so I wiped away her tears, just like all the times she did the same me.

I part my lips, but no words come out. I want to cry. Want to beg. Want to scream. But mostly, I want to hold him until I know he’s going to be okay. Then I want him to hold me until I’m okay, too.