No matter how bad your heart is broken, the world doesn’t stop for your grief.
The most difficult aspect of moving on is accepting that the other person already did.
Little did I realise how much I would miss those ten minutes, those ten minutes in which I lived an entire lifetime.
A lie that could help someone focus on his life was better than a hundred simple truths.
Remember, someone, somewhere in some corner of this somewhat big world, is out there crying if you’re unhappy and is happy if you are! And you know who that someone is!
Lie beside me, oh my beloved! For thy thorns are more pleasurable than the petals of the world.Hold me in thy arms of hope, for the truth of separation can rest tonight.
It’s just the love for her in my heart that is morphing into this madness and how can I run away from it? Sometimes I want to when I can’t bear it anymore, but where will I go?
Beneath her curls, I forget the world,With a mere gaze she raises my hopes of gold. Love is as much in her heart as in mine,But she doesn’t say it, her punishment so divine.
It was as if the rare joy that had formed in my heart was replaced by a pale shadow threatening to engulf me at that very moment. Victory didn’t matter now. She did!
In that one moment, I wrapped a thousand others. A lifetime of joy, sorrow, laughter, frowns, smiles, tears… life!
If I had a choice, I wouldn’t be here… I wouldn’t be anywhere.
When you love someone, you become immune to the hurt they cause you. You don’t love hoping to get something in return, you love because you have to. In its extreme form, it is a need to give, not a need to get.
But a cock does not enter a hen… it enters a…meow-meow!
But cocks aren’t supposed to lay eggs…” Sahil said, trying to untangle himself. “…they’re supposed to fertilise them.
Today many of these selfish politicians are preying on the nation itself – (belching corruption and farting discontent!)
Why crawl like a caterpillar when you have the wings to be a butterfly?
The tears of my eyes watered your heart but failed to evoke a response from the barren grounds of what beats in you. They will still come and I will welcome them because they contain you.
If not towards his case to give him glimpses of what could be a happy future, it stayed back at least to warrant her happiness, stayed back with the pain that strangely didn’t hurt anymore.
His mind scolded him for his stupidity and urged him to forget her but his heart had no justifications for its stand. It remained unmoved, its solidarity unaffected, its arrogance still holding.
But when nothing in your life happens in a positive frame, it is difficult to think positively and hope for the best.
Sometimes we don’t have a choice in where we come from, but we can definitely choose where we go from there.
Never carry the baggage of your past relationships on the honeymoon of your future relationships.
Eye contact is way more intimate than words will ever be.
Trust is the base for all relations. If it breaks, then it’s not easy to rejoin. It’s very easy to say ‘I don’t trust you’, but the pain these words cause is immense.
My trust in you was like the small child’s; who, when thrown in the air, expects to be caught, but you dropped me down, and not a moan escaped my lips.
All the good times evaporated like naphtha, the moment some air of misconceptions touched it.
If a man cries in front of you, it doesn’t mean he’s weak. It means that he trusts you enough to let his guard down.
Grief embraced him and welcomed him back, showering tears upon his arrival.
He did not have anything on him except her thoughts, except the good times he had once shared and the bad times he so desperately wanted to forget.
Walking alone is not difficult but when we have walked a mile worth a thousand years with someone then coming back alone is what is difficult.
I inhale loneliness like it is the sweet smell of virgin earth conquered by fiery rain drops. Within me, I’m a thousand others.
Not watching the path where his legs took him, he walked on because he knew he had to walk ahead, leaving his past behind.
Night is when the whispers of the past become the echoes of the present.
He took the last seat, as usual, a subtle reminder of what he was and what he had become.
What was he? A mere human, stuck between the rungs of blended adolescence and nascent adulthood. What power did he command over the mysterious forces of love? Which sword could shatter the impenetrable armour of desire?
I eyed her like a thirsty traveler in the desert looks at a pail of water.
It was strange even after suffering from fate, a person in love would choose the same fate over his life.
Our lives are defined by fear from the very time we are born to the time we bid adieu to this material world.
One of the symptoms of having a broken-heart is the fact that even ghosts will give up on the hope of scaring you as you have already lived through your worst fear.
It was going to be a long, dark night but not quite as dark as it was in the abyss of his heart where there was nothing but hollowness, yet it felt heavy, almost as if someone still resided there.
Who would have listened to his tales of woe when his love was the flickering lamp over his own decaying tomb?
I wanted to wash away our past misgivings in those tears that would run from our eyes and weave a new start by folding her in my arms.I wanted to, but I did not!
He had never smoked but then had he ever loved? Life made him love and love made him smoke.
Love lies in those unsent drafts in your mailbox. Sometimes you wonder whether things would have been different if you’d clicked ‘Send’.
Sometimes your eyes are not the only place the tears fall from.
She walked away too far for me to call… and for her to hear my voice.
That night it did not rain as much in the sky as it did in his heart.
A house doesn’t become a home until love moves in.
What kind of songs do you like? she asked.”The ones that remind me of you,” I said.
It was like watching a movie being played on the blank screen of his mind; the only difference was that he did not get bored, no matter how many times he watched it.
He stopped his act to take a snapshot of that instant he would so treasure- her delightful laughter that could make him do anything, anything at all, in the world and beyond!
He got up slowly, not bothering to curse himself for forgetting the stop where he had to disembark. He was not used to leaving things behind; he wondered how the bus stop escaped.
I didn’t know that there was a thin line between ignorance and arrogance.
Silence has its own language and in that silence he found words within himself; words for her, words for him and words for them.
Seeing her cry still made me feel the same way it did earlier.
I wonder if I could take back every ‘I love you’ ever said to you, would I do it?
One half of me is a hopeless romantic. The other half is well… just realistic.
Her fragrance blew him off and his body followed steps he had never learnt in his life.
Whenever the cloud of ego threatens to engulf me, I remind myself of my roots. It helps keeping my feet on the ground.
There is no home as comfortable as your father’s arms and no bed as soft as your mother’s lap.
Envy is a much natural byproduct when your childhood isn’t the way it is supposed to be
The growth of my love story had been gradual but my success had always existed and both coupled together formed a deadly combination that was detrimental to our love. I wanted people to love me. She wanted them to leave her alone.
I wish there was a word more than ‘love’ itself to convey what I feel for you.
I could take back those moments that snatched you away from me or maybe just wipe away those ten minutes when you came to me for the first time and I looked into your eyes to realise what love is.
Rahul had wondered how someone could love their beloved so much that their dedication to them became one of the wonders of the world.
The grip of her eyes is so hard that he can barely breathe. She entices him to crash into her and explore her depths. But he is already soaked in different waters.
In every laugh, he hears her, in every tear, he sees her. Not a mere reflection, the complete ‘her’.
People don’t change, they come closer and closer to who they really are.
There is not much left to see in this world if one sees her once.
Her melodious laughter sounded like the distant tinkling of soft bells and he stored the sound in her temple- his heart.
We are all searching for someone whose demons play well with ours.
Some people are going to leave, but that’s not the end of your story. That’s the end of their part in your story.
I fell, she laughed. I fell hard, she laughed harder. Seeing that I kept falling till I fell in love.
Love?’ he asked himself, giving no sense of recognition for that word in the dictionary of his mind. It was the only battle he had lost in life, the only thing that had been snatched away from him, before he could even claim it.
The pain would not leave him. It came to him like the tide that hits the sea.
How could he maintain the apology in his eyes without getting carried away by her cherubic innocence?
It’s love when someone can touch you without using their hands.
Their hands are tied not by ropes but by the greed of the intermediaries that the system has generated, who eat up the farmer’s income while it is on its way into his hands.
A minute teaches me sixty different ways to think about you.
How strange it is that the house of these hedonic stalwarts is filled with all the luxuries of life, right from plasma televisions to Swiss bank cheque books. So how will they notice the tonnes of food grains rotting in the northern belt?