“Where in the world would a star be without the love of the sky?”

The love of a half dead heart will keep you half alive.

It is the honey which makes us cruel enough to ignore the death of a bee.

It’s been raining outside and I feel like a sad poet, hating my imagination pissing on the roof.

A lost road will remember your footsteps because someday you may want to return, tracing the way.

Stars are always dancing. Sometimes they dance twinkling away with the rhythm of your joyful heart and sometimes they dance without movement to embrace your heartache as if frozen sculptures of open-armed sadness.

Departure of a year welcomes so many new memories.

It is hard to befool a fool who has already been fooled so many times.

Love is love, even if it is illicit; like light remains light even in the darkness.

Wish I could be a fragile piece of glass to accept my brokenness.

If we are the trees, words are our roots; and we grow as we write.

A moment’s beginning ends in a moment

Protect your dreams from your nightmare.

Being empty makes me whole sometimes. I wonder if every hollow hole has its own solidity of fulfillment.

Patience is to wait for the ice to melt instead of breaking it.

You don’t need to be the tide to rise and fall, you don’t have to be a wave to touch the shore; just be a little sand-grain and feel them all.

If you allow coldness to engulf you before winter, season is helpless to help you.

My true gods are my parents. I am what I am because of them.

I saw the world. I learnt of new cultures. I flew across an ocean. I wore women’s clothing. Made a friend. Fell in love. Who cares if I lost a wager?

Being afraid to love won’t keep you from getting hurt; it will keep you from yourself.

In love, we are best pleased when we please others.

You can’t love your team without hating another team.

I was looking for you in all the places our love used to be. When all along I should have been looking for me.

What is there in thee, Moon! That thou should’st move My heart so potently?

Boys are quite often whimsical. Whereas girls are modest by nature and know their responsibilities very well. Their weapons are service, sacrifice, and love, by which they conquer over the males.