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,...

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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 changed, for the better, the apocalypse is over and there’s light, hope and a new home.Sleep, you crazy soul, just...

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...

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...

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

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

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

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.....

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.

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...

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

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

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

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,...

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.

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…

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.

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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...

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

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 when they do, remember to hide those tearful eyes, to smile and to say – “look, life’s so good.

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

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?

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.

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

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…

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

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...

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 wonder, seems too dull to imagine.

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

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…

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...

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

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...

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 am happy, you will probably not bother to know why, congratulating me and forgetting..I should rather tell you I am...

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...

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...

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 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…

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

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..

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.