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...

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

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...

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

When you know the inside stories, no matter how good looks the cover, you just cannot appreciate it…

What can you do for love?Can you leave a person for love?Can you leave a country for love?I think I wouldn’t even leave my couch for love

He wanted to be so many people all at the same time. He feared to be a nobody.Only years later did he realize that all he knew was what he didn’t want to be –...

There’s nothing more unattractive than a man who blames predestination for his own failures and a woman who blames men for her own vulnerability…Blame thyself

Congratulations.You’ve just been demoted from the “pity” sector to the “apathy” sector.To check the validity of this offer you can ask if anyone cares.To cancel your subscription, go get a life.Thank you.

If I tell you I am upset about everything that’s going on around me, you will probably ask me why, half listening, half wandering away in your own train of thoughts…If I tell you I...

Often the most tricky questions are the ones we secretly know the answers of.What are you running from?What are you waiting for?

It will be foolish not to get your heart broken, even once.For having a broken heart makes you realize the immense capability it possesses to mend and heal itself and to love far more intensely,with...

The moment when you realize no one understands, no one ever did, no one ever will.You were alone, you always will be.But may be, just may be, someone will look up to you someday. And...

Let it rain on some days,Let yourself shiver on some cold nights, So when it’s Spring you’ll know why it was all worth going through.

Sleep!May be you will wake up tomorrow and find that things never changed, the apocalypse never happened, and everything’s fine, normal, at home.Or may be you will wake up tomorrow and find that things have...

In the midst of the vagaries of life, they provide us a trip to the land of goodness and fairies, of imaginations and possibilities.A childhood that wasn’t spent watching cartoons or reading comic strips, no...

I’d rather be not the light in your lifeThe bright day might make me obscureI’d rather be the cold darknessFor it remains, unseen, uncertain and unsure

My world is a million shattered pieces put together, glued by my tears, where each piece is nothing but a reflection of YOU.

Do you have a shoulder to cry on?Someone who would listen to your deepest woes without judging you?Or is it just you and the image in the mirror?

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...

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...

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...

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 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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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?...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...