“He was an ocean of pure love but after what he had to go through, now he’s a desert of hopeless romance.”

People who demand a long life are actually the ones who suffer life. Blessed are those people who live their whole life in a blink of an eye.

Celebration went after music. And music wanted to date pain. But pain fell in love with lyrics.

Ram always put others before him not because he was selfless, but because he considered everything and everyone as a part of his self.

Promise had made a bond with efforts! Sadly, ego came in between them.

Some people just repel other people. Maintaining social distancing must be easier for them.

He wanted to travel the world. So, he wrapped her in his arms.

The half naked priest in the temple got offended by her sleeveless blouse!

Their minds have met. Hearts, might never.

He thought that he wanted the whole world. When she arrived in his life, she became his whole world.

When you start defending someone by justifying their actions; you’re too attached.

He hit her for the first time. It was enough for this lifetime.

People are not born warriors! But there are battles, they didn’t even chose to be in but have to fight for survival, which make them fierce and ruthless warriors.

He thinks that his superpower is the ability to happily stay alone. In reality, its his defense mechanism!

The only problem with closures is that you think you want it but in reality, it just kills a dead hope.

She can relate to darkness it absorbs everything.

She believes that she’s learnt to stay alone. Deep down in her heart she feels lonely.

Our knowledge is a receding mirage in an expanding desert of ignorance.

As drivers desert the city I find myself clinging more and more to my father’s belief that a man without a car is not really a man.

A writer is someone who has a one-man tent in the desert and occasionally he sees the footprint of an other writer – in the form of a review or something.

The need for love hallucinates a prince or princess. The oasis complex is never a complete delusion: the man in the desert does see something on the horizon. It is just that the palms have withered, the well is dry, and the place is infected with locusts.

A just city should favor justice and the just, hate tyranny and injustice, and give them both their just deserts.

New York is a city of geometric heights, a petrified desert of grids and lattices, an inferno of greenish abstraction under a flat sky, a real Metropolis from which man is absent by his very accumulation.

I grew up in a desert, which has no kind of imagination.

The white foam knows nothing better than those sands which wait for it , rise to it and suck it in .but what do the waves know of the massed, hot, still sands of the desert just twenty , no , ten feet beyond the scalloped edge ?