“Uniting two strangers over a warm sip at the right coffee shop, & the perfect time. Coffee in a way acts as a cupid.”

Work on yourself only when you want to, & not when you are expected to change, to fit in a unit society.

You don’t miss them, you miss the version of them, scripted in your mind. Maybe it’s time for you, to change the actor of your story.

City light appears as stars on the ground, but creates an illusion, of an ideal city that never existed, hides the dark & dusty secrets.

Eases our darkness into daylight. Oceans apart, but what remains the same, is our eyes gazing at the same moon.

They may seem like the perfect fit, for your incomplete puzzle. But they’re not the right piece.

Together now, new reside in the album of our gallery. People on this camera roll never came under the same roof again.

You’re like the number zero, you accept the position where the world puts you at. But, that same zero holds ten times more value, when placed at the right position.

I’m off to find what I’ve lost, in the darkness of love with a lantern in my hand. Just one more piece & my heart shall be fixed.

Memories are homes that I visit, to write the ending of an incomplete story. As it forever stays constant, when people leave.

Hidden in the ashes, of a fallen building lays a child’s family photo, with whom he could never unite in life.

Maybe one day, I will reach the shore just in time before I let people’s opinions drown me in the ocean of my mind.

They may seem like the perfect fit, for your incomplete puzzle. But they’re not the right piece.

You need to be broken, to let the rays of hope in. Every broken piece can be fixed, it’s the glue that has to settle in, let time do its magic.

As a child, I loved playing hide & seek, but now it seems like I’ve been lost for a long, & no one is looking for me.

Forgetting is power, & not a weakness. For if we could never forget how would our wounds ever heal.

May your lips convey, what your heart has buried in.- A one-sided lover

Maybe…in a way, this coffee reminds me of something. Maybe…maybe only a philosopher or a mad man would make this connection, but it’s a little like life. I mean it’s powerful going down and that doesn’t even take into account the aftertaste, which really takes getting used to.

People always think that happiness is a faraway thing,” thought Francie, “something complicated and hard to get.

I ordered a coffee and a little something to eat and savored the warmth and dryness. Somewhere in the background Nat King Cole sang a perky tune. I watched the rain beat down on the road outside and told myself that one day this would be twenty years ago.

Most civilized lives are measured out with coffee spoons.

One day you are ordering coffee every morning and the next you can’t even order coffee without thinking about ordering theirs too.

The coffee is prepared in such a way that it makes those who drink it witty: at least there is not a single soul who, on quitting the house, does not believe himself four times wittier that when he entered it.

Coffee renders many foolish people temporarily capable of wise actions

I served seven years as the chair of the Princeton economics department where I had responsibility for major policy decisions, such as whether to serve bagels or doughnuts at the department coffee hour.