“I let my mind wander and it always finds its way back to you. like a sweet-toothed child in search of a cookie jar.”

If I got a star for every time you made me smile I’d have enough to fill my own universe and I’d take you there with me.

As the last cold drops of rain splattered across my face; I watched the dark, ominous clouds fade away; undressing an amalgam of exquisite colors. My soul blushed. The rainbow was warm, beautiful, and poetic. Like a love letter from god.

Love comes in different shapes and sizes. But most importantly it comes in different colors.

She was a walking plague. No. A living epidemic. Everyone who got close to her showed severe symptoms of being helplessly in love.

I dipped my heart into the river Styx, holding on to nothing but my memories of you. You’ll always be the Achilles heel to my invulnerable heart.

“May I have this dance”, my tongue asked hers.

Her smile was the only tune that my happiness danced to.

My pent-up passion seeped out like gas from a leaky stove, your touch was the spark I needed to set my body on fire.

I held a funeral for my past. But on occasion, I find myself dropping by its grave with pink roses to thank it for all lessons it taught me.

You reminded me of my first time in Paris; I was fascinated, lost, and I immediately loved everything about it.

We just sat there, staring into each other’s eyes. In the silence, I swear I could hear the beating wings of an angel.

Like sunshine at midnight, you were there for me at my darkest hour when you had absolutely no reason to.

Permanence is a wonderful magician. Now you see him, next he goes on to perform the greatest disappearing act of all time.

Gone, but never forgotten. Like the catchy tune to an old song that I used to love.

Get off your high horse, The entire world doesn’t revolve around you, only mine does.

The stars shone brightly that night. But the brightest ones seemed to have found their way into your eyes.

I’m just a shy and retreating kind of person. Sometimes I get in a real talkative mood – but not very often.

Sometimes when I visit my sister and her two children, I wonder if she missed a lot by getting married. Right now, nothing could be further from my mind than getting married.

My mom loves saris, and when I was a child, she told me ‘a girl looks good in an Indian traditional outfit.’ So, somehow it stayed in my head, and I really enjoy Indian wear.

I love kids with a passion I usually reserve for hot cheese, miniature chairs, and Prince concerts, but I feel no stress to reproduce simply because of a fear of withering eggs.

The difference between the child and the man lies chiefly in the unlimited confidence and buoyancy of youth.

The best way would be education and kids and all that stuff and then education and working education comes through. Then I started a music school and the music school now teaches kids to play the violin and the viola.

The whole dating ritual was different when I was a kid. Girls got pinned, not nailed.

I’m sad for adults who want to be children. And children who want to be adults.