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

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.

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.

Sometimes, we express our words through writing, even though it needs to be spoken.

If you look around, you can find a face of God in each thing, because He is not hidden in a church, in a mosque, or a synagogue, but everywhere. As there is no one who lives after seeing him, there is also no one dying after seeing him. Who finds Him, stays forever with him.

Drink wine. This is life eternal. This is all that youth will give you. It is the season for wine, roses and drunken friends. Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.

The now that passes produces time, the now that remains produces eternity.

It is inaccurate to say that I hate everything. I am strongly in favor of common sense, common honesty, and common decency. This makes me forever ineligible for public office.

I will forever commit to those that push my buttons but make me a better person.

I’ll trust in God’s unchanging Word, till soul and body sever. For though all things pass away, His Word shall stand forever.

With age come the inner, the higher life. Who would be forever young, to dwell always in externals?

I wouldn’t mind living with someone forever. I don’t really want to get married. I don’t see any reason for it. And yet I’m so romantic that every time I think I meet someone I want to live with them forever and ever.