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

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.

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?

It is in your act that you exist, not in your body. Your act is yourself, and there is no other you.

Sometimes we make love with our eyes. Sometimes we make love with our hands. Sometimes we make love with our bodies. Always we make love with our hearts.

Difficulties strengthen the mind, as labor does the body.

Be not ashamed women, You are the gates of the body, and you are the gates of the soul.

Touring is hard on the body.

A person will sometimes devote all his life to the development of one part of his body – the wishbone.

I speak two languages, Body and English.

My body parts are all I have left now that are only mine – the world owns everything else.