Avijeet Das Quotes

Love is the only flower that blooms and blossoms without the aid of seasons.

Any man can grow a moustache and a beard! And this does not make him a man! What it takes to be a man is to help a needy person, stand up for the innocent, and lead one's life in the most courteous, d...

I know not what it is about you that makes me go crazy but I do know that the radiance in your eyes is more dazzling than that in all the diamonds of this world!And that the inimitable fragrance of yo...

I did put on the record player, the love symphony of Beethoven wafted in the air. You and I made love,last February on that amazing Sunday afternoon. And the neighbor's dog barked madly every time our...

On silent moonless nights, I don't feel lonely! I have my greatest friends - my books for company!

When you brought light to my darkness, I undiscovered the eclipse!

And you look more beautiful when you blush.

Aren't you tired from all that smiling that you do at the camera? Relax and come with me to the mountains. There is more to life than the cameras!

Come with me to the mountains. Every rock there tells a story.

Just being a writer allows one the maturity to have random conversations with random strangers!

And finally we get addicted to our sadness.

I am no writer. Her sparkling eyes made my fingers write words in the sand, Her radiant smile made my pen write words in the air. Her beautiful soul made my typewriter type poems for eternity. I am no...

Thy eyes hold countless stars yet to be discovered.

You stayed strong in those moments of your life. You were alone. You battled loneliness. And you somehow discovered your inner calm and survived!Now you deserve the happiness that you have been denyin...

These are moments of love and ecstasy. Deeply moving moments when we will fly! Fly together in the azure blue sky!

You may follow the footstepsThe whole day will passWith you going around in circlesYet not reaching anywhere at last!

We don't meet anyone by chance.

Last night the nightingale sat by my window and sang her joyous song of love...Though I loved it, my heart silently missed the beautiful song of your heart beat!

Chess is not just a game. It is a way of life.

The fakirs always throng the sea-shoreTo find meaning in the chaosAnd then they too become melancholyFeeling nothing but their naked toes.