“I hope you could see how blind people see the world with their imaginations.”

If any one dares today I am in pain.

In life, we’re all experiencing similar things in different places and points in time.

People are in control of their choices and sad to say we are not chosen.

It’s good to be loved without being left Behind.

There are some things that are meant to have and not just meant to keep.

Books and poetries. These are things I have always loved to write and share with you.

In my poems we made memories.

She, three single lettered word yet still, my heart’s deepest wound.

Her heart is like poetry a modern poetry only understood by some and accepted by few.

She is still healing in a quiet way.

In his eyes she was both poetry and prose.

Her eyes made me feel better.

I’m a poet, a sad poet, who wrote about her, always and forever.

The quiet hearts speaks the loudest prayer, hoping someone would hear.

Some of the magical moments in our life are from the smallest moments.

There were things that he wanted to write on paper, about everything he couldn’t tell her.

People say love is blind because they do not know what love is. I say unto you, only love has eyes; other than love, everything is blind.

Religious fanatics want people to switch off their own minds, ignore the evidence, and blindly follow a holy book based upon private revelation.

There’s a rainbow in the sky, all the time, don’t be blind

Music is color blind.

Music is color blind.

Music is color blind.

We are all more blind to what we have than to what we have not.

I am not apt to follow blindly the lead of other men.