“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 more you believe, the brighter you will shine.

Just like rainbows, you’re a plurality of colorful tones.

Why would I want a summertime love when I can have you in all the seasons?

You are brave, even though you are stitching the deep rips of your soul.

Even though your sensitivity feels like a curse, – it can be your greatest blessing too.

You’re a borderless being with infinite layers to unravel.

There’s nothing that shakes an indomitably free soul like yours.

Feelings have the answer for words we don’t know how to speak.

She is like water lily, because in the most hostile waters she blooms.

If you could only know, how many feelings fit inside me; the noise that lives in this stormy sea.

I’m the coffee shop kinda person; the kind who loved to live unless lives in doses of caffeine.

Storms can ruin gardens, but that doesn’t mean you won’t see flowers again.

Please, don’t listen all the hate and take a little break to fall in love with you.

We are made of everything. And everything is made of us. We are deeply rooted to mother earth, our home.

She has constellations in her wilding soul, a soft-paced heart in a spirit beyond control.

Stay close to anything that makes you glad you are alive.

While you are alive, your worldly self is like a collector of benefits from Allah’s bounties, which come to you from myriads of hands.

I kiss the skies, set the sun in my eyes and swallow up the streams. I swear to god, I only feel alive in my most ludricious dreams.

I’m alive and I want to keep living.

I remember thinking how often we look, but never see … we listen, but never hear … we exist, but never feel. We take our relationships for granted. A house is only a place. It has no life of its own. It needs human voices, activity and laughter to come alive.

You’ve been put on the world to love the act of being alive.

To be a Christian without prayer is no more possible than to be alive without breathing.

I enjoy life when things are happening. I don’t care if it’s good things or bad things. That means you’re alive.