“When it’s meant for you, you won’t have to fight for it to stay.”

Water yourself with love so the seeds in you may grow.

Theres no shame in needing softness if your heart speaks in flowers.

She was a walking poem. A thunderstorm of emotions demanding to be felt.

The depth of your soul cannot be reached by those afraid to swim.

Though life will always change let your light remain the same.

How strange that our hearts heal from the same thing that broke it -love.

The heart will welcome destruction to avoid tasting loneliness -why we stay.

Hearts watered with love grow into flowers.

Your hands find me my skin has been waiting for this, for hands that speak with tenderness.

When you finally let go peace begins to flow.

All the grey and gloom was colored by the light she bloomed.

Nothing can bury you if you have the strength to grow.

The rain that’s been so heavy, is only a reminder of the harvest that’s coming.

The darkest night always ends in morning light.

Never forget your power, for in your heart you yeild flowers.

Let the stillness wash over you and bring a silence to the storm.

Why fight against the current if I would only drown in it?

Our noses mingled, even though we had sharp differences. Yet we kept on fighting, over minor preferences.

Now I’m fighting cancer, everybody knows that. People ask me all the time about how you go through your life and how’s your day, and nothing is changed for me.

To gain a crown by fighting is great, to reject it divine.

I am NOT fighting for Muslims, believe me, when I demand Pakistan.

How do we expect change to occur if we are not willing to put on the whole armor of God and fight injustice wherever it raises its ugly head?

Against stupidity, God Himself fights in vain.

Never fight fair with a stranger, boy. You’ll never get out of the jungle that way.