One day I shall leave the world, And if you feel like remembering me-Search me not in my ashes, In my words, you can rummage me!

Not all things that fall down break. Some develop wings.

When has life listened to anyone?It goes on at its own pace...Limping, when we wish it should run, And when calm desired, sprinting as in a race…

Close your eyes for a whileThe image that conjures is your soulmate Don’t pause, rush and say what you feelAfter all time and tide for none wait…

Discarded lay all the dreamsIn the bin of unwanted thingsTill you came and set them freeAnd, to soar, gave them wings…

Hold my hands O Lord!Teach me to walk once againMy mind is covered with clouds darkAnd my soul wriggles in pain!

Where all lines and rays convergeWhere no one can travel furtherOne finds the abode of the soulAnd here, all routes one can augur

Blessed are they who can carryA smile on their faceThey are ones who have foundInner peace in life’s mace

The songs of separation Are not always full of painOften they talk of the fondnessThat flows in the lovers’ veins…

What looks as a dead and dark end can become a glowing and shimmering start only if one has the patience to keep trying with positivity in the mind...

Even ripples have a rhythmTo feel it, listen to their soundTap your feet as they directAnd joy shall abound…

Music with dinner is an insult both to the cook and the violinist.

It is an understatement to say that in this society injustices abound: In truth it is itself the quintessence of injustice.

I don't know who my grandfather was; I am much more concerned to know what his grandson will be.

The school depends not on man, or any set of men. God planted it, and we are but gardeners to take care of it.

A lie is an act of theft. It steals peoples faith and makes them resent themselves

The Sonics I found later and that was pretty important

If a man writes a book, let him set down only what he knows. I have guesses enough of my own.

Happiness is the object and design of our existence.

I'm a perfectionist, and I always think that I can do better what I have done, even if it's good.

You may be sure that in this new international system, the American citizen will count for precious little.