“More you are hurt, more you have the power to heal others.”

I’m sure stars and moon run out of laugh, every time a lover promises pluck one of them.

Now that i am numb, i crave for pain.

Flowers only wither to bloom again. So shall you break, only to be whole again.

The wars you create, will be fought by your children, for the people already dead.

I will calm my heart with time and turn us into memories.

Stars must be fed up of hearing your name every time they fall.

Someday your pen will write a revolution. Until then, write your pain.

What a waste of scar if it doesn’t remind you of strength.

So many people around you, none like you.

Forget soulmate, just find someone who makes you happy.

Too many goodbyes. This girl has mastered the art of letting go.

Tell me my flaws, i’ll show you its beauty.

And when i left, i left behind bit of heart, soul & love.

Some hearts are as fragile as paper, in a world where everyone breathes fire.

You taste love once & exhale destruction forever.

He clearly was a destruction and i named him love.

Let the beauty of solitude heal and not destroy.

Be patient and tough; someday this pain will be useful to you.

Take rest; a field that has rested gives a beautiful crop.

Loving can heal, loving can mend your soul and it’s the only thing that I know.

Time ensures that we heal; not that we forget; In forgetting how a scar came to be, is to silently invite another injury.

There’s no need to suffer in silence – share how you’re feeling, ask how someone is doing and listen for the answer, be willing to ask for help when you need it, and know that we are all in this together.

Healing does not mean going back to the way things were before, but rather allowing what is now to move us closer to God.

All acts of healing are ultimately our selves healing our Self.