“Even the pages I ink crave your name.”

Let your love consume you.

There’s another part of me which resists you, which loves me.

Remind yourself that you ended a chapter to start a new one not to re-read the previous one.

I need a house, full of books, devoid of heartaches.

People don’t last, their actions say the lasting words for them.

As far as possible, let’s meet beyond the stars.

Let me know you to the core, let me be sweet to the sour.

I wish I could go back in time, not to do it all over again but just to be there for myself.

Filled with sorrow yet empty.

It feels ironic when you wake up one day and try to unlove a person you dreamed of waking up with.

Happiness is found by filling your voids with a leap of faith.

There is something immensely dark about wars, they give more reasons to destruct and fewer reasons to reconstruct.

All the colors turned grey, all the lights turned dark, I met you and saw the world collapse.

Be kind even if they shattered you, They’ll have their own karma pieces.

Violets are blue, you have no clue how much I love you.

When people know you too well, they use you too well.

Maybe we become what we write about.

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.

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

The poet in you is still remembered.

Because philosophy arises from awe, a philosopher is bound in his way to be a lover of myths and poetic fables. Poets and philosophers are alike in being big with wonder.

We are all poets, how we choose to express it- now that is how we are beautifully unique.

Anybody can write. Anybody! A writer just rewrites better.

If the world cares about my poems, I need to take care of the poet.