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

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.

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

Without you, my heart will be full of weeds.

We love to live with sweet lies until reality touches the edges, of those sweet lies.

Into you, like the sun embraces the moon – a beautiful eclipse.

Loneliness is an art shaped by self-love.

We all bound by beauty with a touch of singularity.

There is a life and there is a death, and there are beauty and melancholy between.

My definition of beauty is simplicity, elegance, and sensuality. I think that when a woman is in harmony with herself and remains true to her values, she will glow naturally.

Look, whenever I hear or read I’m beautiful, I simply don’t understand it. I’m certainly not beautiful in any conventional way. I didn’t make my career on beauty.

Our ability to reach unity in diversity will be the beauty and the test of our civilisation.

Remember, no effort that we make to attain something beautiful is ever lost.

Life is beautiful not because of the things we see or do. Life is beautiful because of the people we meet.

Costume jewelry is not made to give women an aura of wealth, but to make them beautiful.

It’s beauty in the struggle, ugliness in the success.