“She was hidden, drenched in darkness. He held her hand and called her luna.”

I wanted peace, they gave me silence.

Once the sky dreamt of kissing the earth and everyone called it horizon.

I hope this pain never eases and these wounds never heal. That’s how you keep lingering in scars, underneath my skin.

Night is a song, moon and sad people can sing along.

Worship her for the way she rolls her sleeves up and hums the silence of healing.

Poetry is an eulogy, sung for hope and love.

Rest your head on his shoulder more often. Earth blushes when a snowflake gently dozes off on it.

A poet is the most beautiful poem, never read out loud by anyone.

When god created woman, he was introspecting himself after falling in love.

Art is the sound of a human dying to be an immortal artist.

Love to the fullest. Either you’ll live for eternity or die as a poet.

I started painting the touch of your voice, and ended up writing a love song.

And then writer in you is so homesick of pain, that you plead your wounds to bleed and ache.

We spent a life time loving, to write an ode to heartbreak in the end.

You deserve the love that stays with you like the childhood poem you still remember by heart.

Poem is a phoenix, whose wings are painted in the colors of nostalgia.

The real frienship is like fluorescence, it shines better when everything has darken.

Did you know that in New Orleans they still have brown bag parties? What’s that, you ask? You and I go to a party, and when we get to the door, there’s a brown bag hanging down from the ceiling, and if our skin is darker than the brown bag, we can’t go in.

Let me light my lamp , says the star, And never debate if it will help to remove the darkness

Hold your head high, stick your chest out. It gets dark sometimes, but morning comes. Keep hope alive.

The water in a vessel is sparkling; the water in the sea is dark. The small truth has words which are clear; the great truth has great silence.

If I can’t make it through one door, I’ll go through another door- or i’ll make a door. Something terrific will come no matter how dark the present.

Sometimes, we are stuck in the dark for so long, we sometimes forget what light looks like, what hope and love feel like.

The small wisdom is like water in a glass, clear, transparent, pure. The great wisdom is like the water in the sea: dark, mysterious, impenetrable.