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

Poetry is a pleasure to your pressure.

I never understood flowers until I met you.

Fall is the rise.

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.

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

Into you, like the sun embraces the moon – a beautiful eclipse.

Loneliness is an art shaped by self-love.

We all bound by beauty with a touch of singularity.

Just realized that moonlight was just a matchmaker for the stars.

Destiny is wisdom.

It’s always nice to have those WTF moments that keep us aware.

We always honor our people when they die; we’ve got to honor them while we’re still alive.

I want to be like Gandhi and Martin Luther King and John Lennon but I want to STAY ALIVE.

Fear will keep you alive in a war. Fear will keep you alive in business. There’s nothing wrong with fear.

The only thing I asked for now was to be alive tomorrow morning and to survive another day. That was all that mattered.

I am he that buries his friends alive and drowns them and draws them alive again from the water. I came from the end of a bag, but no bag went over me.

Kindness is really at the core of what it means to be and feel alive.

I will choosing to die rather than to remain alive without freedom and beg, as an alternative to death, a vastly inferior life.