“I’m just a typewriter of the small universe of you and me I write memories into words and it becomes poetry.”

Maybe I met you not for being together always but to know that there is someone like you in this world. -Grateful.

I was lost in those sunsets in your eyes and when I was finally found, I was sunshine myself. -The person you made me.

Would you still mind if I loved you a little longer? After all, I learned it from the moon to be still there in the sky even if the nights are over. -Moonchild.

They call me a poet, but I’m just a victim of the memories we share and a great observer of the universe of us.

We tried to rhyme you and me parallels as in sky and sea timeless we were but lifetime apart but you’re still right here within my heart.

The night is over me and I am breaking again into memories of us.

I understand why did you say that I’ve got you because even where you’re not here, you crawl to me like a memory. – A memory.

Sometimes, “I love you’s” are just hard words ’cause they make me regret that I’m not at that moment beside you. – Distances.

Do you see how the sky holds the stars so softly so that they twinkle till eternity? Sky,”I’ll never let you go”

Feeling understood by one particular person is like holding a universe that solely belongs to you.

Perfect was sick of being called an “illusion” so it refined itself to “Loving You”. -Glories with you.

My days are a series of “I wish you were here” moments – All my roads lead to you.

A million ways I have pondered upon what your eyes convey -but this time, I wouldn’t. -There is beauty in stillness.

The sunshine crackling through the clouds reminds me that no matter what, I can overcome any obstacle.

I am okay if your love doesn’t make me feel the world to me it makes me feel myself and that’s beyond everything. – Recognization

I am more comfortable in our ache I mean, it’s more peaceful than to exist without you.

The life given us, by nature is short; but the memory of a well-spent life is eternal.

People think dreams aren’t real just because they aren’t made of matter, of particles. Dreams are real. But they are made of viewpoints, of images, of memories and puns and lost hopes.

The life of the dead is placed on the memories of the living. The love you gave in life keeps people alive beyond their time. Anyone who was given love will always live on in another’s heart.

Your Personality Is Just An Accumulation of Memory and Past Experiences.

A mental stain can neither be blotted out by the passage of time nor washed away by any waters.

Memory is the treasury and guardian of all things.

It is beautiful to love people in memories rather than love them when they are near.

Human Beings Are Not Suffering Life, They’re Suffering Memory & Imagination.