To write is to reveal oneself.When I write something, fiction or non-fiction, I do not expect you to accept what I write, nor to agree with what I propose.I expect you to spend at least a tenth of a second to think about it – may be not about the characters, nor about the piece,...

Some selfish people rise because some kind people haven’t learned the art of saying no to them.

It is not as much about who you used to be, as it is about who you choose to be.

Nostalgia”How often we use this word reminiscing about the past – our childhood, school days, college days.. We feel nostalgic, we dwell in the memories of the past, we talk about how great those days were and how we would do anything to just go back in time and live those days again..Perhaps we fail...

Even when it seems that there is no one else, always remember there’s one person who never ceased to love you – yourself.

It was either the chaos of a crowd of thoughts or the silence of solitude… nothing in between..

I knelt in front of life, folded my hands and prayed for some more time; there couldn’t be any. My heart bled and so did my tearful eyes.Time, they say, flies, but I saw it slowly passing by taking each of my tardy breaths with it as it walked out of my life…

I am an optimist and when I am too sure of something or someone, well, of course it turns out that I am wrong .. at other situations, I imagine the worst and needless to say, I am again wrong

Don’t bring me the stars from the sky,I’m planting sunshine in my backyard.

He saw her red eyes filled with tears of anger. “Tell me why this rage?” He asked holding her in his arms. “Why do you fence for yourself so much?She sighed and muttered, “Because all I really want is nothing but to be proved wrong.

I find beauty in sadness, and peace… and a mystery waiting to be solved.. the more you unfold the mystery, the more you are mesmerized by the layers of mystery lying underneath.. and solitude becomes the perfect company for sadness..but again, the feeling you get when you realize you’re not alone gives you inexplicable happiness.....

You realize you’ve forgiven people, your past and yourself when you don’t speak bad about them anymore, even if you’re encouraged to do so, even if you remember you were once brutally broken because of them… you just move on, let go, let them be and let yourself be…

Sometimes, you don’t get what you want the most… At other times, you’re just lucky.

Nay, you don’t throw away those misplaced beads.. you find them, pick them up and make a new necklace.. probably not as beautiful as you imagined..but wearable nevertheless..

Sometimes it’s your fragrance that comes to me, out of the blue, on a crowded road in a Sunday afternoon.But more often, it’s memories of us that cross my mind almost every lone evening.All I want is to lessen the pain I feel every night.But every morning I wake up is another day, hopeless and...

Often it feels like I am breathing today only because a few years back I had no idea which nerve to cut…

You will never get everything in life but you will get enough.

I think it’s incomparably sweet when someone writes something for you.. even if it doesn’t rhyme or even if it isn’t very amorous.. even two lines of hatred written for you acknowledges the fact that someone spent a little of his time thinking about you.

No matter how “normal” people look, living “ordinary” lives, everyone has a story to tell. And may be, just like you, everyone else is a misfit too.

And then what’s the whole point if you’re harsh to those who love you and soft to those who don’t care…

I, sometimes, fear that probably I’ll just keep changing cities, and may be someday I’ll also travel the world, but never find another soul who thinks exactly the way I do.

It’s not TIME that heals everything, it is SLEEP…Sleeping is the perfect answer to all doubts and troubles.Leaving the world of reality behind and disappearing in to a world of make-believe and imaginations, is a solace you get from nothing else…

Life is, at times, tough…And all we need to do is to prove that we are tougher than it…

I couldn’t find my cup of tea.So probably, I’ve been simply taking a sip from everyone else’s cup. May be it shouldn’t matter as long as there is tea to drink. Or should it?

Exactly when will you give up?When things will seem out of your hands ?When situations will seem out of your control?Will you try to control them? Or will you let go?Will you give up then? Or will you keep holding on?Don’t tell me that I gave up; I didn’t.Because I didn’t let go; I just...

But sometimes, when she’d be all by herself, walking home late in the evening on a crowded street she’d be afraid of her own shadow following her…

What if you wake up one fine morning only to realize that the life you have been living since the last few days was nothing but a dream of yours?Would you go back to sleep then?I wake up each morning only to realize you’re not by my side. And if this emptiness is nothing but...

And at 3am you sit near the window and wonder if there is magic… because all you need are some fairies to take your pain away and help you sleep… you take a book to read… you take a pen and a paper to write…you cling on some music that might just make you fall...

Apologize!That’s the least you can do to try to make right something you have wronged.

Those were the three words seldom asked to her.Yet, she knew they hold a healing power in them; For they bring a million thoughts to the mind and more to the soul; For the answer is far deeper than what is simply said on the face.She understood, so she asked him what was seldom asked...

Never follow the crowd….Until and unless you’re crossing the road…

After torturing our adrenaline by watching a horror movie for a couple of hours the places we are most afraid of are the doors and windows of the room even though they are the only ways for us to escape in case of occurrence such an event.

For grief has always been so dear to you that you would make me writhing in pain in the brothel of your imaginations than to be playing with a bunch of balloons in the yard where I should have been.””And may be that’s why, you’d rather talk to me about this, than to write a...

It doesn’t seem like you’re living a life, it’s almost like you’re travelling on a train with the destination unknown.You’re sitting on a seat near the window looking outside, imagining how things are there outside, how is it like to live in the houses that you pass by. And when you’re busy noticing the outside,...

Because there are a million thoughts that never sleepand a million more that wake up as each second passes by…And it’s insanity insidebut I can no longer keep quietOh, I can’t speak as wellI need to writeI have to write…

But some relationships aren’t meant to last.They are worthy only till the time the two persons involved have time for each other.They do not know eternity. They live for the present, the “now”. And when distance plays it part, or life turns out to be busy, they fall apart.And may be that’s why they’re never...

Attraction is often mistaken to be love. If you’re in a relationship doesn’t necessarily mean you’re in love. And what do you do when that ephemeral attraction is long gone? What people call break-ups are nothing more but the realization that you didn’t love them at the first place…Shouldn’t you have been more careful before...

There was this constant urge in me to tear my insides apart,I didn’t know why. By the time I made my mind that it was impossible for meto do, there alighted the fear, haunting me with the words that rangconstantly in my head, “You’re not brave enough”.I didn’t feel devastated, I felt the urge to...

Loving someone can never be difficult, it’s when you judge the other person that everything tumbles.. Loving someone is easy, so I fall, rise or fly in love over and over again.. what’s difficult is being loved in return.. Unrequited love is amusing.. It’s more fun when the person you love doesn’t know you do.....

Do you know that pain of leaving when you look back expecting to see a face waving goodbye at you but all you see is a dark abandoned corner?There won’t be any reason to return then.All you can do is look ahead and not to stumble and fall on the pit ahead waiting for you.

There were two and only two messages that could have been comprehended by what he said.But neither of them was soothing; neither of them was a lie.

I will love you like the desert burns along the sun when they are together,and when you will be gone,just like every one else,I will cry for you like the snow that melts at the first hint of summer…and hoping that you’ll be backI will miss you like the clouds lose themselves when it rains…

May be the power lies in the hands of the one who holds the gun… so he just presses the trigger whenever the slightest streak of anger passes his mind… and after a few haunting days he roams freely in the country without fear .. and what about the one who faces the wrath and...

Of all the things you said I couldn’t doforgetting you has been the easiest…

Fictions are realities we don’t think of, that are happening to people we know nothing about.

Loving is effortless.. while Relationships, they require your time and patience… the two things we all lack..

One can simply never take back the words he spoke.And when you know you unintentionally did hurt someone, instead of letting it go or keeping a distance from that person, you can actually do something to mend the broken. That’s the least we can do, when circumstances never are on our side; we can stick...

I loved him the way some people are to be loved – from a distance.

It’s strange how people give up on you within weeks of promising that they will always be there..and it’s just sad that promises are destined to breakand when you had finally believed in that one promisesomeday you give up on yourself too…and it’s not about love, it was never..it is, at times, about barren hopes...

The fact that you made worse decisions in the past shouldn’t be an excuse to make bad decisions in the present.