“Open my heart, and you will see Graved inside of it ‘Italy.’”

If all the world is a stage and life is just a play upon it, get me two seats in the stalls.

What a thing friendship is – World without end.

Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure.

I count life just a stuff To try the soul’s strength on.

But what if I fail of my purpose here? It is but to keep the nerves at strain, to dry one’s eyes and laugh at a fall, and baffled, get up and begin again.

Art remains the one way possible of speaking truth.

Night conceals a world but reveals a universe.

Pleasure must succeed to pleasure, else past pleasure turns to pain.

Most progress is most failure.

Such ever was love’s way: to rise, it stoops.

Good to forgive, Best to forget.

Who knows most, doubts most.

Truth is within ourselves.

Ignorance is not innocence but sin.

Who hears music feels his solitude peopled at once.

But how carve way i’ the life that lies before, If bent on groaning ever for the past?

My family is from Morocco, and I was born and raised in Canada, but I’m an Indian at heart, for sure.

There is only one of the two that can reside in our hearts, GOD or ego. If GOD is in ego is out.

People, you can never change the way they feel. Better let them do what they will. For they will, if you let them, steal your heart.

To all those I have loved and left, please know, it wasn’t you. For though I’d not wish you bereft, this heart seeks pastures new.

Are you bored with life? Then throw yourself into some work you believe in with all your heart, live for it, die for it, and you will find happiness that you had thought could never be yours.

No notes. You speak from deep in your heart. It’s easy.

Being heart broken is a sign of strength, it shows you were brave enough to love in the first place.

Welcome to the heart of me, the purest, uncut parts of me. These inmost fragments that you see, from pain and passion came to be, in blemished, unclothed intimacy, existing here as poetry.