Loving someone who never loved you, is like remembering a face you never saw.No matter how hard you try, result never changes.

As time passed away, life moved on, As life moved away I moved on, As I moved away, tenses changed My present became past, Future stood at large. And my present became big empty void.

People are good because they are good in hiding their bad.

People come and go, some stay for a while some leave soon. But when they go they take away the memories, promises, dreams and a part of my life.

No matter how much bigger the pain is, it ends, yes it actually ends the moment when a pain of much bigger magnitude enters our lives.

It is not the small number of big decisions that we take but the large number of small decisions that we take in life, shapes our life.

I am kinda lost, don't know who I am, what am doing, and why I am in it. Everything around me is more like a weird dream. I wish I could wake up. Before the dream finishes me.

Suppress anger and the world will be good for you, suppress more anger and the world will be better with you. Suppress all your anger and then you will not be okay with this world.

I loved those eyes, even though they never saw my pain, I loved those ears, even though they heard my stories

There will be things I won't tell you ever, Then there will be things that you won't ever listen. Then...

Be compassionate

Balance hangs in the fingers of Peace

Friends are like ants, they walk into your life unnoticed and take over your life as if its like their own. But unlike ants they leave behind million smiles, uncountable memories.

I so enjoy it when people assume I'm stupid." "Not that, just very focused on killing.

If you put your mind to something, if you give 100 percent, if you sacrifice, and if you dedicate yourself, anything is truly possible.

If you have no wish to bring others to heaven, you are not going there yourself.

Memories do not always behave in an orderly way, but bloom, as it were, erratically.

Wishing is a goal without energy behind it.

Curiosity, like all other desires, produces pain as well as pleasure.

It is a rose planted in your heart, and as it's thorns tear you, so does it thrive and flower