“In poetry, I like to play my songs, In words is where my soul belongs.”

I hope you find peace in your heart, a home in your spirit.

Sometimes it’s as if we’re an overflowed tank. As if we are holding more than what can really fit inside us.

Your endless soul is your superpower.

Greatness is not built in a rush, but with care, patience and love.

This is my soul skin. Born from the dust, blooming from within.

There’s a fine line between sanity and madness in being alive.

I wish to be as patient as the sea. That waits for the tides to meet the sand again.

The adventures are calling, and I’ll go; taking the unexplored roots; planting myself in the unknown.

Home is where your soul belongs.

We’re Children, Teenagers, Women. We aren’t flames, but we have fire in us.

I think autumn can teach a lot about love. About how much beauty can be hidden in layers of change.

I find hope in late summer afternoons.

I always wanted to feel it all. From the chaos of a thunderstorm to the touch of the wind. Both adrenaline and calm, fear and bravery.

There’s a soft-wild touch in love.

Go search for your soul; even if you don’t really know the route for being whole.

Maybe you’ve been through hell. But can you see how brave you were to get this far?

My superhero has always been Tendulkar, and it will be Tendulkar for life. He is someone who has inspired me immensely. Just watching him play for India, I used to dream of winning games for India, because he used to do it single handedly.

I’m playing great tennis. I’m enjoying the tour, having fun with the fans off the court. I’m loving it now.

The nicer the point, the more — the better I feel, the more excited I get. But I never play that my opponent looks stupid. I think that is wrong. I have too much respect for every opponent I play.

What I think I’ve been able to do well over the years is play with pain, play with problems, play in all sorts of conditions.

Women use lovers as they do cards; they play with them a while, and when they have got all they can by them, throw them away, call for new ones, and then perhaps lose by the new all they got by the old ones.

I love playing under pressure. In fact, if there’s no pressure, then I’m not in the perfect zone.

If I didn’t play tennis I probably would have to see a psychiatrist.

We are trapped by language to such a degree that every attempt to formulate insight is a play on words.