“He didn’t desire her. Maybe that’s why she deserved him.”

She believes that she’s learnt to stay alone. Deep down in her heart she feels lonely.

Until homes are empty, Hospitals and crematoriums are bound to be full.

A writer touches your soul. A good writer isn’t interested in touching your soul but disturbing it.

They have different opinions. But the love is mutual.

Pleasure disguised himself as happiness and stole life away.

They said that women can’t be good drivers. So, she became a fearless pilot.

She’s a delicate masterpiece. Touching her involves the risk of breaking her pieces.

Karma was always a cat. It was destiny who behaved like a bitch.

When you’re in love, you go beyond; not far.

She was getting fat and he was getting bald. As promised, they were growing old together.

He was the ultimate destination. She considered him a milestone.

You think, You know them. And then, you know them.

His promises looked so promising that she just ignored the blatant truths.

The irony is that he broke the only person he never wanted to hurt.

When it hurts, you feel it. But when it pains, you’re numb.

Anybody can write. Anybody! A writer just rewrites better.

You deserve the greatest love.

You deserve words that remind you of your value.

You deserve a good man. Who tells you he cares. Who listens when you speak. Who chooses you above the rest.

I expressed because you gave me enough freedom be myself around you, and thus, you deserve the same. You deserve to be heard too and not be counseled to at your attempt.

Why do I keep thinking, writing, dreaming of you? You don’t deserve to be my muse.

Our children deserve leaders they can look up to.

Doctors cut, burn, and torture the sick, and then demand of them an undeserved fee for such services.

We deserve sunshine and hope; and stitches for bruised hearts.