“She Could be the fire that can burn you down, yet she chose to be the one that keeps you warm.”

Never let the passing clouds hold the position of the permanent sun in your life.

Even after so many years, I still wonder – Do I know poetry or the poetry know me?

God’s role is to show you the way, to make a move or keep standing is yours.

No matter how dense the dark clouds are, they cannot keep the sun rising.

Listen to your heart, with all your heart.

The choice you made is good. Keep walking.

Unsaid words, weigh the most.

Of all the things you carry in your heart, let grudges never find a place.

What eyes see perishes. What heart feels remains.

And it was when I was told I don’t deserve light I remembered it’s entirely what I am made up of.

Days, when your heart feels like spring on the inside amidst the fall season, are so fulfilling.

Be a Rhino in front of your obstacles.

Her emotions alike waves of ocean wide, sail the humble, drown the pride.

To forgive is brave.

Somedays I fear my own shadows, and somedays I don’t fear even the sun.

People don’t decide your worth. You do.

Her aura was warm and I was a naive sunflower, leaning towards her.

My hole is warm and full of light.

An audience is always warming but it must never be necessary to your work.

Do not presume, well-housed, well-warmed, and well-fed, to criticize the poor

Without a home must the soldier go, a changeful wanderer, and can warm himself at no home-lit hearth.

This Christmas I am soft snow, the crystallized flakes. I am fire in the chimney and the warmth in lights.

You can’t pray away global warming, and that’s the difference between religious people and sane people.

I threw it all away on a warming night of june, to live by the splendour of the sun, to hover by the virtues of the moon.