“Darling, everything is likely to fall in place, only if you make up your mind to stay.”

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.

When you let me touch your skin, I can feel your pain. What joy you get in keeping me away?

First snow-falling-on the half-finished bridge.

When composing a verse let there not be a hair’s breath separating your mind from what you write; composition of a poem must be done in an instant, like a woodcutter felling a huge tree or a swordsman leaping at a dangerous enemy.

The first of the month falls every month, too, North or South. And them white folks who sends bills never forgets to send them-the phone bill, the furniture bill, the water bill, the gas bill, insurance, house rent.

Living is a horizontal fall.

From good to bad, and from bad to worse, From worse unto that is worst of all, And then return to his former fall.

We fell in love because we were both summer souls.

Between the adored and the adorer falls the shadow.

You concede nothing to me and I have to concede everything to you.