“Perfect was sick of being called an “illusion” so it refined itself to “Loving You”. -Glories with you.”

I was lost in those sunsets in your eyes and when I was finally found, I was sunshine myself. -The person you made me.

Would you still mind if I loved you a little longer? After all, I learned it from the moon to be still there in the sky even if the nights are over. -Moonchild.

They call me a poet, but I’m just a victim of the memories we share and a great observer of the universe of us.

We tried to rhyme you and me parallels as in sky and sea timeless we were but lifetime apart but you’re still right here within my heart.

The night is over me and I am breaking again into memories of us.

I understand why did you say that I’ve got you because even where you’re not here, you crawl to me like a memory. – A memory.

Sometimes, “I love you’s” are just hard words ’cause they make me regret that I’m not at that moment beside you. – Distances.

Do you see how the sky holds the stars so softly so that they twinkle till eternity? Sky,”I’ll never let you go”

Feeling understood by one particular person is like holding a universe that solely belongs to you.

My days are a series of “I wish you were here” moments – All my roads lead to you.

A million ways I have pondered upon what your eyes convey -but this time, I wouldn’t. -There is beauty in stillness.

The sunshine crackling through the clouds reminds me that no matter what, I can overcome any obstacle.

I am okay if your love doesn’t make me feel the world to me it makes me feel myself and that’s beyond everything. – Recognization

I am more comfortable in our ache I mean, it’s more peaceful than to exist without you.

I have heard much about “Love is everything” but at times all you need is just one thing – yourself and that’s also love.

I wait for you in moments I cannot see. -Unrequited.

I know fear is an obstacle for some people, but it is an illusion to me. Failure always made me try harder next time.

Growing up is losing some illusions, in order to acquire others.

The demand to give up the illusions about its condition is the demand to give up a condition that needs illusions.

What a strange illusion it is to suppose that beauty is goodness.

Why struggle to open a door between us when the whole wall is an illusion?

A system of morality which is based on relative emotional values is a mere illusion, a thoroughly vulgar conception which has nothing sound in it and nothing true.

Don’t part with your illusions. When they are gone you may still exist, but you have ceased to live.

Religion is only the illusory Sun which revolves around man as long as he does not revolve around himself.