“Maybe you too have those wings you just don’t know how to fly yet.”

Your potential is powerful, recognise it.

Love is not always about being there but always about remembering in prayers.

What grows inside you, grows around you.

And if it takes darkness to see the stars, may I never come out of it.

All it takes is a single moment of happiness to blemish even the deepest of scars.

I run away from myself, only to find myself in others.

This brain of mine tends to complicate the simplest of things.

Holding a rope full of thorns, dreaming of a rope full of flowers.

I am not going to apologise for the things I didn’t do and neither should you.

We ain’t flawless and yet we are precious.

My mind dwells in the blues.

The world seems hazy because my heart is heavy.

Everything is going to be alright, only if you want it to be.

Quitting is the easiest option available and I have never preferred an easy path.

Life is too short to keep it all just in your heart.

You are a piece of art with a beating heart.

If drowning taught me how to swim, this fall will teach me how to fall.

Earth is a place where we learn to fly in human form. We all gather here in the miraculous place where a tiny seed grows a flower with its own smell or a tree that casts shade onto the land of people.

You were a lost boy the summer you tried teaching me how to fly.

There are so many pieces of souls flying above us and obscuring the sky that the sunrays can barely reach the Earth.

If you want to fly, You have to give up the things that weigh you down.

Even with broken wings, she dares to fly. And even with a broken heart, she dares to love.

How will we learn to fly if we never allow ourselves to fall?

Autumn leaves don’t fall, they fly.