For love I have invested my life with no return

I loved him beyond madness being one soul one vein one body, which he never deserved

Love is where unseen and unsaid things merge with each otherwhere silence is thirsty of happenings

My Love tears me between the addiction of patience and urge of infinite desire

Love is your addiction to an eternal longing for someone...A thirst which one cannot relinquish

Love is breathing each other with all madness

I was in love when I felt your soul speaks in my Body

I would prefer to live with bleeding heart where desire see darkness of uncertainty because I need to know the existence of love

For your love I have uprooted all my desires, I am no more demanding...

Love is floating somewhere in the beautiful horizon with an equal wave length with same frequency of intense feelings

Love has turned to be a sad tragedy of my life even we both are alive

People are like a pack of dogs sometimes. All right one by one, but together... together they do awful things they don't mean to do.

There is greatness in the fear of God, contentment in faith of God, and honour in humility.

The successful revolutionary is a statesman, the unsuccessful one a criminal.

I want to give myself the freedom not to have to be projecting my whole life ahead.

Every book is a box of ideas.

One thing Barack Obama is: He's a good campaigner. He's a terrible president.

Scholars are wont to sell their birthright for a mess of learning.

Oh, I've become immune to the Booker. I think we need something a little more like the Pulitzer prize, where there isn't this great race.

If each day is a gift, I'd like to know where to return Mondays!

The oldest principle of composition: repeat everything.