“Do not insist me to let you go, you come half hearted like a crescent moon, and you go heart-filled like a full moon which glows.”

Any day can be Monday when you choose to start right.

It is hard holding a spot in your body that doesn’t want you.

I chose myself today, not over you. I can never do that, and you know that well. I just chose the new me over my past self.

The believe you carry in yourself is what makes you unbelievable for others.

When you let me touch your skin, I can feel your pain. What joy you get in keeping me away?

Entangle me, into your talkative eyes. Let me breathe in, your breath often. For I’m tired of floating, in the shallow waters, when I want to get choked.

Sometimes its suffocating by being surrounded with happiness and not being able to feel it.

Sometimes, I feel sorry for you. I’m not there to hold you, and this clouded sky do not let you talk to the moon.

Your departure is no joke it freaks me out every time you leave for the airport.

If I’m sharing you with myself, I’m daring to share your thirst for warmth, your body and soul, even your mistakes gone wrong.

Darling, everything is likely to fall in place, only if you make up your mind to stay.

My notebook couldn’t carry the burden of all those words which my heart once felt.

We have engaged ourselves so much in the idea of self love, that everyone else appears to be empty shelves.

The sound of those crickets still drowns me in the summer fantasy.

She who has the courage to dive deep into the ocean will find the pearls.

I couldn’t experience an end with you, because you have always been a beginning to something new every day.

Admire your sweet way of glowing; your passionate way of flowing.

I wake to find her there, with glowing eyes and tangled hair. She is my sunrise.

The greatest test of Christianity is the wear and tear of daily life; it is like the shining of silver: the more it is rubbed the brighter it grows.

I’ve found you at last like a diamond glowing high in the endless sky.

I watch your soul flicker when I’m inside you and you glow.

The night is full of stars but none glows as bright as you.

She’s got a glow about her. The kind that says- She’s been through some dark pain, but she’s lighting her own way now.

If, when stung by slander or ill-nature, we wax proud and swell with anger, it is a proof that our gentleness and humility are unreal, and mere artificial show.