“I take a piece of you with me everywhere I go, so my soul never feels alone, and my heart always feels at home.”

You said you loved me but perhaps you never known what love looks like.

There are ocean waves inside these veins – constantly pulling me to you.

Your heart is my shelter, my handmade forever home.

Peaceful dreams find me pull me from reality in their arms I land.

Grace is found flourishing beneath skin blooming from each scar.

I am the moments and memories from the past tied up with good intentions and mistakes from the future.

Growth is no longer seeking acceptance from those who cannot give it to themselves.

If you want to see the world as it should be, read poetry.

I fell for you dissolved like sugar in tea – completely.

I was quiet, yes but I heard all you never said, your silence read.

When I met my darkness clouds | swirled the night sky | refracted light danced in the wild eyes | freedom came for me.

I don’t want the world but I want you in mine.

I will remain soft in a world marked by hardness.

You were waiting for the sunset while I was longing for the moonrise.

If hearts are our homes, why do we let others break windows and throw stones?

Whole, loved and worthy just as you are.

I think they quite like me when I work because I’m one of the safer directors to back, because even if my films don’t bring their costs in back home, once they’re shown outside of India they manage to cover the costs.

I am not the rose, but I have lived near the rose.

Answers will bring you home, but questions – they’ll take you everywhere.

True love ennobles and dignifies the material labors of life; and homely services rendered for love’s sake have in them a poetry that is immortal.

Getting back into the action genre is like going back home. It’s great.

We shelter an angel within us. We must be the guardians of that angel.

Art hurts. Art urges voyages – and it is easier to stay at home.

Just as you maintain your home, your car, your garden, you should look after your greatest gift: your body.