“He was an ocean of pure love but after what he had to go through, now he’s a desert of hopeless romance.”

“I understand” A sentence most people say too often. A few people who don’t even say this once.

Life is only precious when you know how to live. Otherwise, its just a slow walk to the graveyard.

Acceptance, not rejection, is the first step towards moving on.

She was living with a dead hope like a mother patting her still born.

People who demand a long life are actually the ones who suffer life. Blessed are those people who live their whole life in a blink of an eye.

Celebration went after music. And music wanted to date pain. But pain fell in love with lyrics.

Ram always put others before him not because he was selfless, but because he considered everything and everyone as a part of his self.

Promise had made a bond with efforts! Sadly, ego came in between them.

Some people just repel other people. Maintaining social distancing must be easier for them.

He wanted to travel the world. So, he wrapped her in his arms.

The half naked priest in the temple got offended by her sleeveless blouse!

Their minds have met. Hearts, might never.

He thought that he wanted the whole world. When she arrived in his life, she became his whole world.

When you start defending someone by justifying their actions; you’re too attached.

He hit her for the first time. It was enough for this lifetime.

People are not born warriors! But there are battles, they didn’t even chose to be in but have to fight for survival, which make them fierce and ruthless warriors.

A writer is someone who has a one-man tent in the desert and occasionally he sees the footprint of an other writer – in the form of a review or something.

The need for love hallucinates a prince or princess. The oasis complex is never a complete delusion: the man in the desert does see something on the horizon. It is just that the palms have withered, the well is dry, and the place is infected with locusts.

A just city should favor justice and the just, hate tyranny and injustice, and give them both their just deserts.

New York is a city of geometric heights, a petrified desert of grids and lattices, an inferno of greenish abstraction under a flat sky, a real Metropolis from which man is absent by his very accumulation.

I grew up in a desert, which has no kind of imagination.

The white foam knows nothing better than those sands which wait for it , rise to it and suck it in .but what do the waves know of the massed, hot, still sands of the desert just twenty , no , ten feet beyond the scalloped edge ?

We are used to thinking of the Arabs as primitive men of the desert, as a donkey-like nation that neither sees nor understands what is going around it. But this is a GREAT ERROR.

In their country, two fellow coutrymen whose paths berely cross (or see each only only briefly) with inferrence, would effusively rush themselves up (or throw themselves) into each other arms if they would happen to meet in a desert, among Cannibles.