“Without you, my heart will be full of weeds.”

Sky; a map of constellations intertwined with dark and light.

Horizon; where lovers entwine like they did alluring, spellbinding – what an affinity they have.

You gave me the courage to rise but my darling robin why did you fly leaving me behind these four walls all alone?

To those who say self-love is selfish, you are either hunted or haunted.

Poetry is a feeling, a feeling of healing.

It’s unconditional; their chemistry is unconditional – forever.

Poetry is a pleasure to your pressure.

I never understood flowers until I met you.

Fall is the rise.

At times being oblivious keeps me more alive in this chaos.

You hit the soft spot of me making my heart skip a beat.

You are my tamed fire in the wind.

Poetry is a home, a home with joy.

No pain no worries only the beating of our hearts.

If I had wings and could fly I’d fly all seas to see your unseen beauty amid the whispers of love.

Everything seems to be a design – a mixture of prejudice and injustice – the limbo of silence.

Now I think all of us were born with a hole in our hearts, and we go around looking for the person who can fill it. You, you fill me up.

Who wants a heavy heart in a big home?

With deep repentance in my heart, I stood there in silent prayers for some time.

Being alone is very difficult.

My heart is mysteriously alive in the world of sounds – a totally different dimension from the daily life.

There is only one you. Your life is beyond Valuable. Don’t let disappointment and rejection harden your heart. You are wonderful.

Things never happen the same way twice.

Everything you gain in life will rot and fall apart, and all that will be left of you is what was in your heart.