“He loves me. He loves me not. Perhaps I’m one that fate forgot. Perhaps I wasn’t made for this, to lose myself in love’s first kiss.”

She can shake away the recent frost of misery and pain. As life takes in a vivid sense of meaning once again.

And just like that, fostered beneath the stars. curated by moonlight, our love became incarnate.

I am so sorry that my feelings have the audacity to not be contained within one short sentence.

You’re a beautiful enigma and warmed in charming wit.

Rise and shine, rise and shine. Fractious hope in life divine. Rise and flicker, rise and fade. Til’ death’s clasp I can’t evade.

You demanded silence and I became sonorous.

Somedays, I just need to switch it all off, and turn to the trees.

Lets conduct a study. Let’s pull up a jury. Are you a beautiful person? or inclined to wanton fury.

You don’t deserve her, but the least you can do is damned well love her.

I’ve brought myself back to life more times than I can remember. And when I say I brought myself back, I mean, I have clawed, clambered and coaxed myself from the precipice of self destruction.

I am ruled by emotion. She is a fickle leader of a volatile kingdom, where conniving skies cast intemperate clouds over my constitution.

I looked again at my new ring and in that moment all I knew, was that the greatest of adventures would be revealed in with you.

Champagne on our lips and desire on our minds and you can leave those painful memories behind and you can bring your hand to my heart as we kiss. There’s nothing else but us on nights like this.

How are you yet to learn? I don’t want grand gestures. I don’t want the world on a plate, the best life has to offer, material things or flashy gimmicks. I just want you with me.

Burnt mirror, smeared glass. Do you like what you see? If my body is a temple, then my poetry is the darkest vestry. My mouth is a chalice, and these words are sacramental.

Still, I wrote. Even when the police where coming. Even when my whole body hurt, and the slightest sound would make me quake.

It is to be remarked that a good many people are born curiously unfitted for the fate waiting them on this earth.

The handsome gifts that fate and nature lend us Most often are the very ones that end us.

Notions of chance and fate are the preoccupations of men engaged in rash undertakings.

They that are fated to be fools, have one consolation, that they are fated also to be ignorant of it.

Destiny is that which we are drawn towards and fate is that which we run into.

I was not in the race to become a chief minister. I had never thought about it.

If the whole world says it is due to palm lines that my fate is bad, then why can’t I change my palm lines.

I’m a believer in fate and in fulfilling your destiny. I’ve always had a kind of inner voice that I have learned to listen to.