“Flowers only wither to bloom again. So shall you break, only to be whole again.”

The wars you create, will be fought by your children, for the people already dead.

I will calm my heart with time and turn us into memories.

Stars must be fed up of hearing your name every time they fall.

Someday your pen will write a revolution. Until then, write your pain.

What a waste of scar if it doesn’t remind you of strength.

So many people around you, none like you.

More you are hurt, more you have the power to heal others.

Forget soulmate, just find someone who makes you happy.

Too many goodbyes. This girl has mastered the art of letting go.

Tell me my flaws, i’ll show you its beauty.

And when i left, i left behind bit of heart, soul & love.

Some hearts are as fragile as paper, in a world where everyone breathes fire.

You taste love once & exhale destruction forever.

He clearly was a destruction and i named him love.

Careful darling, if the angel in her knows to heal you, the demon in her knows to kill you too.

Sometimes, my words need a home too and that is why i write about you.

Let a hundred flowers bloom, let a hundred schools of thought contend.

The birth of a baby and the blooming of a flower are natural events, but the laboratory methods forever fail to give us the key to the secret of either.

Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night.

FORTRAN is not a flower but a weed – it is hardy, occasionally blooms, and grows in every computer.

Someone once said that under the bell jar of compliance, the only thing that blooms is rage.

The flowers you don’t water, will never bloom.

Be your own flower. And bloom.

Like flowers, I hope, My love makes you bloom.