“We love to live with sweet lies until reality touches the edges, of those sweet lies.”

Horizon; where lovers entwine like they did alluring, spellbinding – what an affinity they have.

You gave me the courage to rise but my darling robin why did you fly leaving me behind these four walls all alone?

To those who say self-love is selfish, you are either hunted or haunted.

Poetry is a feeling, a feeling of healing.

It’s unconditional; their chemistry is unconditional – forever.

Poetry is a pleasure to your pressure.

I never understood flowers until I met you.

Fall is the rise.

At times being oblivious keeps me more alive in this chaos.

You hit the soft spot of me making my heart skip a beat.

You are my tamed fire in the wind.

Poetry is a home, a home with joy.

No pain no worries only the beating of our hearts.

If I had wings and could fly I’d fly all seas to see your unseen beauty amid the whispers of love.

Everything seems to be a design – a mixture of prejudice and injustice – the limbo of silence.

Without you, my heart will be full of weeds.

Some people find fault like there is a reward for it.

Complaining about a problem without posing a solution is called whining.

Lack of activity destroys the good condition of every human being.

I am made and remade continually. Different people draw different words from me.

Humans need to be a multiplanet species.

God wisely designed the human body so that we can neither pat our own backs nor kick ourselves too easily.

The Ego is a veil between humans and God.

Half the world is composed of people who have something to say and can’t, and the other half who have nothing to say and keep on saying it.