“Words can pacify a soul that’s hurt. And you ask me why I write?”

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.

Things aren’t falling apart, rather aligning for a greater cause.

Do your best but don’t get lost in the process.

Storms never stay forever. Be it one on the inside or outside.

It’s a beautiful world altogether, when in love.

Peace is what our soul yearns for, chaos is what we feed it with – over and over.

Of all the languages I have ever known, the language of the heart is the easiest and toughest.

With each step you advance in your life, never unlearn the values you were taught as a child.

The tenderness with which the clouds seem to hold the lively lightning appears alike a beloved in my lover’s arms.

And today the setting sun took all my pain away.

They asked me to find the beauty when it’s all what I can see.

What is life is not dying each day in different ways.

The words we use for the Creator are a reflect of ourselves. If we think of God as fear and shame, we are scared and have something to be ashamed of … But if we see love, compassion and kindness, it is because we possess these qualities.

I wanted to use only the prettiest of words for you – but even those weren’t enough.

But those who wish to prove to unbelievers that Scripture is the Word of God are acting foolishly, for only by faith can this be known.

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

God works in his elect in two ways: inwardly, by his Spirit; outwardly, by his Word.

I don’t know whether anyone will care to examine my heart, but if they do, they will find two words there- ‘social justice.’ For that is what I have believed in and fought for.

Human beings suffer agonies, and their sad fates become legends; poets write verses about them and playwrights compose dramas, and the remembrance of past grief becomes a source of present pleasure – such is the strange alchemy of the spirit.

It is on record that when a young aspirant asked Faraday the secret of his success as a scientific investigator, he replied, ‘The secret is comprised in three words- Work, Finish, Publish.’