“There is magic in this universe. I don’t know how often do you believe in it, or you do not at all. But if you do not, then this is for you to know, that your very existence is magic in itself.”

Our noses mingled, even though we had sharp differences. Yet we kept on fighting, over minor preferences.

With every new sunset, the sun fears that the waves might stop paying homage to it at night.

What good you did in separating those petals from a rose show some efforts in separating it’s thorns.

You can’t measure, my love for you. I’m a victor. I steal you, from my very own self, every minute every day.

I wonder if there is someone in the sky waiting for me to wake up at five.

Silent hearts carrying pain quietly are likely to make thunders cry loud.

The journey of fire begins, survives and ends with air.

Stay peaceful until your inner conflicts turn into a war with someone.

All I want for christmas is your warmth, near the firing woods. Cuddling on the chair, swinging in merry times, forgetting our bad lies.

I have been confused with many pretty smiles earlier but your canines hit me differently.

I don’t want to show my body to the ones, who often close their eyes, when it’s time to praise the beauty of my mind and soul.

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

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.

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.

I started writing poetry when I was six. I had this teacher who didn’t believe the poems I’d bring in were mine because they were dark and sad. But I wrote about what I experienced in my childhood.

A child has no trouble believing the unbelievable, nor does the genius or the madman. It’s only you and I, with our big brains and our tiny hearts, who doubt and overthink and hesitate.

The universe is too grand and harmonious to believe it’s all an accident.

When you believe in your dream and your vision, then it begins to attract its own resources. No one was born to be a failure.

I believe that a worthwhile life is defined by a kind of spiritual journey and a sense of obligation.

He who believes is strong; he who doubts is weak. Strong convictions precede great actions.

We can believe in the future and work to achieve it and preserve it, or we can whirl blindly on, behaving as if one day there will be no children to inherit our legacy. The choice is ours; the earth is in balance.

I still believe in a place called Hope.