Lie beside me, oh my beloved! For thy thorns are more pleasurable than the petals of the world.Hold me in thy arms of hope, for the truth of separation can rest tonight.
I could take back those moments that snatched you away from me or maybe just wipe away those ten minutes when you came to me for the first time and I looked into your eyes to realise what love is.
Never carry the baggage of your past relationships on the honeymoon of your future relationships.
No matter how bad your heart is broken, the world doesn't stop for your grief.
We are all searching for someone whose demons play well with ours.
Not watching the path where his legs took him, he walked on because he knew he had to walk ahead, leaving his past behind.
It was strange even after suffering from fate, a person in love would choose the same fate over his life.
A lie that could help someone focus on his life was better than a hundred simple truths.
Some people are going to leave, but that's not the end of your story. That's the end of their part in your story.
Little did I realise how much I would miss those ten minutes, those ten minutes in which I lived an entire lifetime.
All they do is warm their seats for their long tenures and eventually even their seats get dilapidated with the amount of money they hog in illegally and the only way it comes out is by tilting their...
A minute teaches me sixty different ways to think about you.
Their hands are tied not by ropes but by the greed of the intermediaries that the system has generated, who eat up the farmer’s income while it is on its way into his hands.
The pain would not leave him. It came to him like the tide that hits the sea.
Love?' he asked himself, giving no sense of recognition for that word in the dictionary of his mind. It was the only battle he had lost in life, the only thing that had been snatched away from him, be...
Her melodious laughter sounded like the distant tinkling of soft bells and he stored the sound in her temple- his heart.
There is not much left to see in this world if one sees her once.
Perhaps that is the real surprise of love; it exists, but one may not attribute causes and effects to it. The existence may appear to be a mere fallacy to the minds of some, and by the time they reali...
In every laugh, he hears her, in every tear, he sees her. Not a mere reflection, the complete 'her'.
The grip of her eyes is so hard that he can barely breathe. She entices him to crash into her and explore her depths. But he is already soaked in different waters.
