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

I have been to places and left my heart in few. None of them felt real, none of them felt like you.

You are healing and you are doing good, like the crescent before becoming full.

Nothing is more beautiful than two broken hearts healing each other.

That damn fire she was so proud of, burnt her own bones.

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.

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.

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

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.

Even in darkness, your light burns with the cosmic energy of a thousand falling stars.

No. I do not wish upon stars, I hear they fall.

I want to fall in love. But it’s not easy. Finding a soul like yours never is.

Rock bottom is a crisis. And everyone wants to avoid crisis. But what ‘crisis’ means literally is ‘to sift’ – like a child who goes to the beach, lifts up the sand, and watches all the sand fall away, hoping that there’s treasure left over. That’s what crisis does.

You can take my heart. But you should know, It’s not whole.

I wish to spend a lifetime near a lighthouse where loneliness will be the glimmer of luminous prancing upon ocean waves… rising and falling only for my breathing.

Fall in love with the process, and the results will come.

Lives fall apart when they need to be rebuilt.