“Its a part of adulting when you start to see each human too clearly and then there is no going back.”

I feel I am stuck in memories of ours there is no past or the future but a series of moments halted without a given command. And time has stopped making sense.

It’s not the pain that bothers. But the fear of being in the same pain forever.

Words come and flow with me instantaneously. Perhaps, those were abandoned too by someone.

Lips getting dried, heart pumping faster, sweat seeping through the pores, cheeks turning red. Dear summer, stop acting like my lover.

You don’t miss me the way I’m supposed to be.

Art is what keeps humans, human.

The more I wanted to scream my pain out, the better listener I became. Thinking how badly others would have wanted it too.

If you’re with me, I’Il get used to it. If you’ll leave me I’ll get used to it. Choose wisely!

You could have my soul and the body. Fool that you were; tried force on flesh instead. And lost the one who would have wrapped you up in her prayers.

A broken heart is usually mended in isolation.

Mash up tells me how difficult it is to stay loyal to one song.

Fluttered open the wings and flew off from my clenched hands; those butterflies always found a way to slip by just like time.

You know what love is? When even the wait is fun.

How do you feel now after making futile promises?

Its painful to see when your own people doesn’t support your artistic calibre. The very quality strangers call you extraordinary for.

My anxious self always melted in your arms, then. Now your grin from another screen telling me “its going to be okay” works just the same.

A child can teach an adult three things: to be happy for no reason, to always be busy with something, and to know how to demand with all his might that which he desires

A child can teach an adult three things: to be happy for no reason, to always be busy with something, and to know how to demand with all his might that which he desires

I have spent the better part of my adult life standing up and fighting for working families.

Adults are only kids grown up.

The love of weaponry is often a manifestation of infantile traits in an adult.

Adult women are able to make decisions about their own lives’ course no less than men are.

Evolution is not a genetically controlled distortion of one adult form into another; it is a genetically controlled alteration in a developmental program.

Children have a lesson adults should learn, to not be ashamed of failing, but to get up and try again.