“Sometimes the sun shies away, from how the ocean slays, and the ocean keeps its promise, to slay until it sees the sunrays!”

My love is like a trigonometry problem simplified by my heart’s mint green genies, the broken being in me sings a million epiphanies, my life is but colors spilled in polaroids of caring butterflies.

The glass is broken into particles that now accept themselves as art.

Thoughts in bottles battled and shattered the glass of their containers, which floated in the ocean like a sun made of diamonds.

The spikes of the cactus which grows in my heart, are alike the water lilies that only bloom in the dark.

The sound of wind chimes, soothing my mind, removing all the frames of my mind, takes me straight away, to the depth, depth of my mind!

The day I know who I am, why and how is known of me, I will be me, Me: free from thorns and petals that go round and round, in heads and heels, and would reveal me, me indeed!

My heart isn’t a song of silver and gold, it holds a million graves of solitary souls.

I was a glittering sea waving at me, like a child smiling in his father’s lap, the waves lapse every time the sea sees the child in me!

Prohibited from plucking my bluebell emotions, my non-existent existence keeps kindling the aroma of my love.

Tied to worldly illusions, our sight is but a painted vision.

Break me, Break me, Break me until the broken cells of my mind become the glitter of your eyes! My shattered glass neurons have become your tears now.

The velvet veins running through my deep-colored wings sing blues, remembering the non-existent maple memories, lighting up my heart’s frosty rays.

Stitched with the bemused threads of reality our brains suffer from practicality, a mystic story edited to be a mystery.

The infinite ceiling of my dainty delicate dreams makes me see the wise world where my heart belongs.

Fear not the devil’s darkness which you thought of as moonlight, Fear not, the waves knotted within your heart, which crashes onto your eyes waterline, there? Yes there! In that illusion exists you.

The leaves shy and smile, of the laughter, when they see themselves – in the mirror of nature.

Keep all ur troubles in ur own pocket. But, make sure that the pocket has a hole!

A second chance doesn’t mean anything if you haven’t learned from your first mistake.

Just remember, you can’t climb the ladder of success with your hands in your pockets.

Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life.

Someone has to die in order that the rest of us should value life more.

Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart.

The moment is timeless.

We lie best when we lie to ourselves.