“Her eyes made me feel better.”

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.

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.

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

Losing her was plenty.

No matter what I do I’m still not the best writer for you.

The more you do, the more you fail. The more you fail, the more you learn. The more you learn, the better you get.

Gratitude to all the coaches, teachers and mentors of the game who helped me understand this game better.

If I can create something that allows a woman to feel better – that is the true reward.

Failing forward is the ability to get back up after you’ve been knocked down, learn from your mistake, and move forward in a better direction.

But I guess it’s better for people to shut up rather than rather than say something nasty.

Sometimes it’s better to put love into hugs than to put it into words. Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.

I have come not to disturb or destroy any faith, but to confirm each in his own faith – so that the Christian becomes a better Christian, the Muslim, a better Muslim, and the Hindu, a better Hindu.

There is no feeling in this world to be compared with self-reliance–do not sacrifice that to anything else.