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

Every cloud has a silver lining. But an irony resides, as the cloud grows & cries. Turns white into grey and let’s go off the things, It can’t hold for life.

Sometimes your heart was meant to break, so these broken pieces of yours can bloom in a garden of self-love.

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.

I serve dinner in three phases: serve the food, clear the table, bury the dead.

The treasury could fill old bottles with banknotes and bury them, and leave it to private enterprises on well-tried principles of laissez-faire to dig the notes up again.

All an agent is going to do is buy things for a player, damage his eligibility, and make the player dependent on them.

I have buried myself so deep in my words that sometimes I can’t tell if I am the person writing or the one hiding between the lines.

The next war… may well bury Western civilization forever.

they’ve got television and the electronic games that they can bury themselves in like ostriches. They don’t have to pay attention to what’s going on in the world around them.

We are buried beneath the weight of information, which is being confused with knowledge; quantity is being confused with abundance and wealth with happiness.

We are buried beneath the weight of information, which is being confused with knowledge; quantity is being confused with abundance and wealth with happiness. We are monkeys with money and guns.