...so i will greet youin a wayall loved thingsare meant to be greetedwith a tear in my heartand a poem in my eye.

some winterswill never meltsome summerswill never freezeand some things will only... live in poems.

there are some poemsthat we leave behindsome that leave us behindwhile some just livesilentlyin the heartcrumble, sometimesdwindledisappeardieand are rebornwhen you smile again.

it was the kind of moonthat I would want to send back to my ancestorsand gift to my descendantsso they know that I too, have been bruised...by beauty.

because some thingssometimesaren't ours to hold, but just beautiful to listen to.

i'm glad to be alive in a world wherehis gently awakening eyesnourish the morning sun.

and the afterglow...of your gaze...is the onlysweater that I need.

there is some achingthat will only heal...in the mosque of sleep.

i want to stay curled and cosiedand chocolated....foreverin my mother’s arms.

leave me some musicthat’s chocolate for the heart.

I wish to stay drenchedforeverin those rain-blue eyesin those...soul-reaching crystalsnot moving a musclenor breathingjustsavoringthis turquoise acheagainst my heart.

Doing Kashaya[anger, pride, deceit and greed] means to stumble. If artadhyan (adverse meditation) and raudradhyan (wrathful meditation) occurs, it is called stumbling.

People know the value of money so they chase it. I wonder if they know the worth of love.

Light existed all along. Of course it did. Who says it didn't because I couldn't see it?

She wished she had eyes like her sister, huge and bright, constantly straddling the line between terrified child and ingénue.

A woman has the age she deserves.

You have to stick to what you love, as writing is such a lonely and depressing existence... stick to what you love and someone will hear your voice.

He knew a lot about his grandparents - and perhaps he feels he's been endowed with abilities to go into people's heads who are long dead - but, to a certain extent, he's making it up.

While we teach, we learn.

I have to change to stay the same.

You shall not press down upon the brow of labor this crown of thorns; you shall not crucify mankind upon a cross of gold.