“My love is like a lonely light wandering through the darkness searching for a home.”

Poetry is a silent revolution.

A great poet to me is a person who can describe a painting in such ways that even a person with closed eyes can feel the pain of the artist.

And all the stars in the deep blue sky are the tears of the moon; the ones he cried while dreaming about the sun

Did you ever take a deep breath and appreciated the people, things and memories that stayed in your life

Mistakes are flowers of change.

An artist paints to forget while a poet writes to remember.

A lifetime of suffering will never be worth a moment of love.

How will you ever be able to heal your broken parts, if you keep allowing the past to stay?

Hope is like that pale orange fight shimmering on the horizon in this early morning hours, And like the stars in the lonely night sky with no place to go when dusk falls.

The moment will come when the feelings in your heart get so heavy that even your body is exhausted.

And the darkness felt suddenly like home again. Like a familiar place in the shadows where we used to meet.

Your heart can capture pain and love at the same time.

Every love that once promised you a forever will leave you at some point in your life and all that is left is a forever in boxes full of fading pictures and aching memories.

And all this aching memories of you are floating through my burning veins; letting my scars glow in a dark blue reflecting the colour of your weary eyes.

Hope is a poison we drink too often.

Your absence in my heart has taught me how to find my own way finally.

I strongly feel cure of any heartbreak is good coffee and bookstore reading.

Reality breaks hearts, but life is beautiful.

Sometimes your heart was meant to break, so these broken pieces of yours can bloom in a garden of self-love.

Ask the desert how much it aches for the rain,  how I ache for you is much the same.

I am an expert at breaking my own heart.

The heartache was an opportunity for me to learn what I wanted from this world.

You need to be broken, to let the rays of hope in. Every broken piece can be fixed, it’s the glue that has to settle in, let time do its magic.

You broke my heart but fixed my sight.