The tender breeze felt my loneliness. It brought me your fragrance.
Poets and writers don't live either for money or for fame. And even without any recognition for their work they keep on writing!
My favorite symphony is the silent song of the night!
In the quagmire of feelings and emotions that engulf us on our drab and monotonous days and starry, resplendent nights, the ones that bring back past memories hold a special place, almost a unique ped...
Some people are like the fragrance of flowers!
Poetry is the yearning of the soul to break free!
A man does not become a real man by showing his physical domination over women. A man becomes a real man by loving, respecting and protecting women.
A strange feeling of lonelinessAdrift near the blue canvasYou may stare long and listen deepYet not know whether sea-shore or sea-snore!
I am as disillusioned with the number of likes for one's posts on social networking sites as I am with the number of followers in one's social network. A great number of people liking your work does n...
A writer creates from his mind; his creations emanate from the feelings enmeshed deep within his heart. From the fire burning within his soul, he gives shape to his thoughts. His thoughts start to bre...
And tonight the stars again ask me your name?And I just smile, playing the guessing game!
Children are the greatest philosophers : the questions that children ask require the deepest of thoughts and the longest of reflections on life!
And the roads called us to take the walk.
You are there with me, aren't you? I and my silences keep talking about you.
She: Why do I miss you?He: You miss the concept of 'me.'She: What do you mean?He: I reside in an abode where your thoughts imagine me.She: And what about me?He: You reside in my heart where the ventri...
She: Why do you seek me?He: Because you seek me.She: Where will this take us?He: On the journey called 'life.'She: What will we find in this journey?He: The meaning of life.Conversations, Avijeet Musa...
Never chase people in your life. No one is worthier than you to be chased.
Last night I weaved dreams from the cobwebs of time!
What we are, we see the reflection in others.
I want to read you every night. I want to take you to bed with me : your words, your thoughts, your mind, your body and your soul.
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