Got buried with words. In a golden foil. Fought for my survival. Lost. Rotten flesh and ribs everywhere. They found. And named me a story.
Every exit you take is just an entrance to a different location. Therefore, exits don’t exist; they’re all just entrances to another place.
Not every time you want to rise after being fallen. Sometimes, you just want to stay down there and enjoy yourself in pieces.
The truth is never as painful as discovering a lie.
Don’t let mixed signals fool you. Indecision is a decision.
Every once in a while you meet someone whom you think is the answer. Till that person becomes a question.
The people who have you apologising for your love are the ones who don’t deserve it.
Good friends, good books and ability to sleep peacefully is good life.
Lost myself trying to please everyone, now I’m losing everyone else trying to find myself.
If you have to ask me if I’m okay, then I’m not.
Sometimes people become a place you will never visit again.
She finds her solace in his diary. He finds himself in her memories. And two bodies playing two different characters in a story.
They cut the tree you talk to every day and the sad thing is you can’t stop them from cutting many more.
I am what remains of me.
When everything revolves around not hurting each other, then you know how precious you regard your relationship.
I want to be the reason you put ‘poetess’ in your bio.
When you achieve a certain level of inner peace, you don’t feel the need to be anything, to prove anything. You let go of what doesn’t nourish you. you stand down to no one. You finally understand that others are privileged to have you in their life.
If they don’t chase you when you walk away... Keep walking!
One of the most graceful things a man can do is to give up at the right time.
What are we willing to burn to keep warm.
All I want is impossible conversations with you. Impossible for anyone else to do.