If I were a flower,humming bird would be my favourite beeAnd If I were blind,the light of darkness I'd love to see
Some memories should be dead as they are like living corpse in mortal's bed
The moon can never breathe, but it can take our breath away with the beauty of its cold, arid orb.
Ocean separates lands, not souls..
Growth of human hair is the absolute blessing for a barber
If I die today, will you remember me tomorrow?The love I'm leaving behind, will you care to borrow? From a snake-shed-skin or from the sky unknownIn all living and the dead I'll dwell to groan
Oceanic farness treasures tomorrowMingled tears lost in the sea of sorrowOur immortal love will lead us a way When pale days remain cloudy and grey
When you become a raindrop in your mind Thunder is the closest friend you may find Wind lashed trees, dark clouds, lightning or the dust Everything you will bear once you adjust
Let all the green leaves be mineas long as the trees define shades created by their limbsfor the soil made with victimsof atrocity's vileness to redeem the fragileness
Never forget that there is a soul within you, which loves you very much ,only because it's you.
A merciful heart beats contently stronger than many vengeful ones
In a world of selfie-addiction smile usually is the brand name for an essential drug called pretense
When the tidal waves wildly behavingMy bare feet on the shore busy savingThe calm warmth leaking out of the sandTo let my heart feel peacefully tanned!
If lighthouse becomes a burning candle, flickered upon ocean's insanity.Your sailing heart there anchors to handle the obsessed breeze towards sand dune's vanity.
Sometimes it is easier to feel the veins wilted and empty than to sense the coldness of blood in fear
Bookworms are the most precious worms in the world when they are humans, feeding upon the paper's body with their starving minds.
The sky can never be frozen because its vastness has chosenall warmth of our lives as we look abovewith unbreakable hearts armoured in love
Crossing the limit is not my styleMy footsteps meander less than a mileI travel the world perhaps in a minuteYet a dream, to me, is never infinite!
The joy of knowing a foreign language is inexpressible. I find it really difficult to express such joy in my mother tongue.
Spring can still be felteven if you lay under the bedFrozen heart can meltin coldness when wintry love misled
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