“I don’t want everything to be a destination, where I have to grind and reach, O! how I long for some good to come in my way and let me pick it up.”

Something in me is constantly at unrest.

You are like a wrecked ship in the depths of the ocean, collapsed and eroded but still, full of pearl oysters.

If not love, then we have to survive it.

I am not what I write but I want to be.

It’s not sad/ that you choose/ to keep yourself in/ its a pity/ that even when you could/ you never decided/ to walk out.

You out of all, have a hand to hold.

Too many of us have grown up just too early.

All this sadness longs to be touched.

I want to know the 2 am you because my love we all are different when we are at war under the sun.

A love that stays will always remain secondary to the one that left, but isn’t it a shame to worship that which left in place off that which stayed.

But the act of holding on speaks to me so much more about a human heart than the courage of letting go ever could.

These poets and their metaphors lied to me/ you never felt like a mountain I wished to climb/ or a stream I would let myself float in/ or a scent I was dying to bottle in/ these poets lie when they talk of love.

Growing flowers on your tongue/ won’t make those lies/ any sweet/ saying that you still/ love me/ won’t make this/ broken trust/ change how it feels.

For once I wanna look back and not sigh.

All my life has been a struggle to know, what to hold on and what to let go, but still, i end up sitting in the corner of the room with a flickering candle, whimpering, naked, shuddering, lost.

My god! this love it will make a fool out of us all.

It’s really beautiful how happiness always finds its way to you!

Excitement always leads to tears.

A story is like a moving train: no matter where you hop onboard, you are bound to reach your destination sooner or later.

Intellect takes you to the door, but it doesn’t take you into the house.

I always liked those moments of epiphany, when you have the next destination.

Think, in this batter’d Caravanserai Whose portals are alternate Night and Day, How Sultan after Sultan with his Pomp Abode his destin’d Hour and went his way.

Success is a journey, not a destination. The doing is often more important than the outcome.

It is pointless trying to know where the way leads. Think only about your first step, the rest will come.