Top 96 Akshay Vasu Quotes

The thing about the human race is, It turns up against everything or everyone that it loses its faith and belief on. And the saddest thing to witness is, Most of it have lost its faith towards humanity.


Those who were afraid of the dark and always refused to throw themselves inside it. Never got to see and feel how beautiful it is, to meet and greet one’s own demons.


The day when the fire that we had lit in our minds reaches our hearts, we will start turning every person that we come in contact with into ashes. We become the ghosts that we always feared.


When fears are screaming in your ears, try to hear the whispers of your faith and run into that dark path. That is how you reach the paradise.


She asked him, to name the monster that he is most afraid of always and looked into his eyes in silence. ‘I see him every time whenever I stare into your eyes.’ he replied.


The day your heart fills only with fear and insecurities, everything you see becomes the ghost that you were always scared of.


May the fire in your soul, burn down all the fences and walls which this society is trying to build around you.


When the people whom we love the most leave us, we start learning to live with the shadows they have left inside us.


You cannot win a war outside until you have won the war that you are fighting inside you first.


Every sword that was dripping the blood became a pen. Every word that was written in it became a poetry.


He stood in rain and the storm, watching a demon with his face standing and laughing at him on a chariot run by drunk horses. The storm threw dust into his eyes, while the demon unleashed the horses one after the other at him.


They burnt down the whole palace and they laughed menacingly. The shadows of the dreams and memories they burnt alive walked all over the ruins, trying to hold on to the charred pieces of their body.


He sat there looking at her smiling and laughing, watching her hair fall over her eyes and she setting it back behind her ear, He turned away bowed his head down and smiled himself looking back at the sky.


Art is a place where tragedy meets beauty. An artist is someone who creates the most beautiful things of his life when his soul starts bleeding.


Amidst of all these darkness, soul wrenching pain and disappointments, you have a heart that still believes in love, trust and second chances. And that my dear, is what makes you so beautiful.


Holding you in my arms always feels like holding a musical instrument that I love the most, moving my fingers on your skin feels like playing it. And my soul closes its eyes and starts singing along with the music I start creating.


The voids in her soul turned every touch of someone else into the reminiscent of his love inside her.


It is beautiful to hear, how even the demons inside me have started singing your name.


The water in the pond inside my heart doesn’t shine anymore. It has turned dark. Every ghost from my mind breaks all the barriers and take a dip there, making it darker. and every time it happens, my soul in the pond cries with pain.


I am a nyctophile, and I can’t stop or help myself from falling in love for the darkest ends of your soul, rather than the light in your eyes.


The day you start falling in love, with the wrecked homes and broken windows instead of running away from them. You will find a story that fills your soul, behind every burnt door.


She has the most bizarre and beautiful soul I had ever seen. Her eyes shined always like a sky full of stars, While a huge storm was destroying everything she had in her heart and ripping her soul apart.


She was asked to pour out everything she had, but all she had was an empty soul.


She was a poem and a painting too. Everything she said sounded like a song, every silence was the music too.


Darkness is the only place, where chaos and peace always met and fell in love with each other.


In the middle of the night, I saw chaos bleeding out of darkness and peace. Everything that was said and seen before seemed like a paradox. I saw the graves of lies breaking open and the truth crawling out silently into the cold hearts.


It hurts, doesn’t it? Giving someone everything you can think of. The wings to fly and roots to stay and yet watch them choose none of those, leaving you hanging in the middle of void and nothingness.


She was his only escape, And she was his only prison.


Every time he raised his hands on her. He killed a prince from a fairy tale somewhere deep within her heart, brutally.


When everyone failed to hear my screams, you are the only one who heard my silence.


We fell in love and heard thousands of words in every silence between us. Then we fell apart and heard only silence in thousands of words we spoke to each other.


She closed her eyes and held all her dreams between her fingers like a dandelion and just blew it. She smiled watching it fly through the air, making everything look beautiful around her while a tear rolled down her cheek.


Those footprints in the snow led me to this wildfire.


They heard a lullaby every time a part of her died in Silence.


She closed her eyes and took a deep breath for one last time and let his hand go. She saw his boat drifting away they both looked at each other and waved one last time before she could not see him anymore.


He built a fort around, making it impossible for anyone to go near him. And he sat near the window watching her dance in the rain, with someone else.


He started hammering the ground with all his might and the sky opened up, raining heavily on him. He looked at the sky, heard that thunder and saw that lightning. He laughed maniacally before raising the hammer again.


The more you hide, the higher the walls around you gets. The more you cry in silence, the thicker it becomes.


Once you decide to grow out the roses from your heart, and let it spread the roots all over. you should also start to learn to handle the thorns that grow out of their stem.


Every single time you looked at me, through the corner of your eye and smiled. My heart pushed the ribs with all the force towards my lungs, until it got crushed and I could not breathe anymore.


In the graveyard built on a garden. The death of Every flower added a little life to the heart of the corpses buried deep inside.


Behind those happy eyes, you hide a mind that is terribly chaotic and that’s what makes you, so beautiful.


Of all the places I have been, your mind is the most beautiful place I have ever seen.


Nobody cared for her until the time she touched everyone like a breeze, but the day she turned into a storm and swept everything on her way out, the world stood still. She was a nightmare none had ever across.


If only they could see the things we hide behind those shining eyes and blissful smiles.


Sometimes all we need is a hug that will make us feel home. The heartbeats that sound like a lullaby and the eyes which assure us that the world is not such a bad a place yet every time we stare into them.


Everything you have said will not matter anymore one day, only those things that you never said will always haunt you and strangle you every time you see your world in someone else’s hand.


Stay in my arms and look into my eyes, into that light which exists only because of you. You will find all the reasons to stay in this world which have the habit of breaking you every time.


Love is the only thing in this whole universe, that can make the roses grow out of the swords.


Love me like today is the last day we can see stars in the sky, let us sleep under them and throw ourselves into the oblivion and never again reach out for reality.


When words lose their meaning and expression, silence is the only language that heart follows, speaks and celebrates.


There is always a demon inside every angel. And there is an angel inside every demon. All they need is a bit of darkness and light together to see each other’s face.


For it was the light, that was flowing in her veins but not blood. Every time she was wounded, she killed the demons in the dark, rather than feeding and keeping them alive.


And then, they finally decided that it doesn’t matter anymore whether they walked on graves, or on the walls. All that mattered was reaching the light that everyone wanted, but nobody ever reached.


Sometimes our whole life is all about, not letting the fire that burns our homes down become the light that guides us home.


Your soul is a paradise. Where gods fell in love with the demons. Where darkness and light fought, for each other’s place creating an unending chaos. You are the beginning of everything, that my mind failed to incarnate.


In the road of right and wrong, trust me and hold my hand. Let’s walk into the cave none has ever strayed into, where nothing matters except us. With the light, you hold in your eyes, let me destroy all the darkness in there.


The greatest sin you can ever commit is to break a soul, which was already broken but still chose to trust you.


She was someone’s dream, who just chose to show up in someone else’s sleep.


For all the way he loved her. Every song had her memory, every rain had her smell, and every girl had her face.


He kept wandering all his life until the day he met her. For the first time, he felt he should stop and never look back again. Everything else seemed worthless. Such was her magic.


She was sleeping on the bed like a novel that is yet to be read and he sat on the floor, reading her, moving his fingers through her hair and staring at her face like she was magic that none ever understood.


To create the magic, you should first believe in it.


They celebrated the sins, while the kindness continued to weep in the corner. The swords of the demons shined brighter, while the wings of the angels were crumpled and bled.


Be my bedtime story and the thoughts that won’t let me fall asleep. Be the conversation that I always have in my head at 3 AM and that beautiful voice that never lets me sleep.


I burn a hole through everything I stare, and it happens when I stand in front of the mirror too.


Sometimes in the quest of searching the stars in others eyes, we fall into the never ending pit of darkness.


If I was asked to write a poem about her. Every word I use would end up, being her name. And it would still sound so beautiful and breathtaking to me in the end.


The day you left, it felt like I lost a diary in which I had been writing for so long. Now all that memories flashes in bits and pieces inside my head always and makes me wish that I could sit back and read it all over again.


We are all the gods and devils, hiding under the human skin.


She fell into his arms like the rainfall over an ocean.


Speaking with her always felt like sitting on a seashore. Hearing the waves and feeling them crashing into my feet, While gazing the setting sun and the way he colours the whole sky. I never got tired of it.


She stretched her hands towards the sky. To grab all the stars, to hold the moon, to take away everything that the sky had. So that the sky could finally understand, how it feels to lose everything that makes it beautiful.


My Universe, crashing into yours, was the most beautiful accident this creation had ever witnessed.


She was an ocean, confined in a coffee mug. And she had the galaxies, confined in her pretty eyes.


Looking at her always reminded me of a rose that was dripping blood. I always felt it was drawing all the life from inside. Just to look beautiful on the outside.


She was the sky full of surprises. Her dreams were blue and breathtaking as a bright day and her secrets were dark and poetic as a cold night. Either way, she was the most beautiful mess that one had ever come across.


Being with her always felt like gazing the stars and into the infinity, reading a book which never ends. She had no boundaries, all she knew was to shine, and live without any walls around her on every page.


Every time he saw her, he realised the reason why they always said humans are made of stardust.


It was that Moment when your fingers touched my skin for the first time I realised, how the fire can heal scars.


She lit fire to the bridges and forts she built all these years, and she walked into it smiling and tears rolling down her cheeks.


He slept under the sky, holding her hand, filling the gaps between her fingers and losing himself inside the soul in the course of counting the stars, she was hiding inside her eyes.


Your creation was the god’s way of showing humans that, the artist in him is still alive.


Every time he saw her he realised the reason why they always said humans are made of stardust.


Most of the time, our fight is all about saving us from ourselves.


You are a ghost. Filled with stardust, wearing the bones as the shield and the skin as the cape. Fighting every day and opening up for the new wounds in the hustle of hiding the old scars.


When the thin line between love and hatred faded away completely, madness sprang back to life inside the numb hearts.


She saw him like he was the only star in the whole damn sky. Like he was the only bridge between her sanity and madness.


I will always continue to love the way how the fire inside you burnt everyone around it, But took me in its arms and kept me warm.


They were the prisoners hidden in different cages, and yet they saw each other every day. He named her fire and she named him the wind, the day they both touched and embraced each other they burnt down everything that stood in their way.


While chasing the moon that was about to set, she missed the sunrise.


The sky inside my head never turns blue. It if forced to stay red. By the demon, who is yellow inside me.


You will never become a hero if you keep waiting for someone else to bring a cape for you.


In the name of forever, let’s burn down our today and tomorrows.


Stop turning every others battle into yours. Sometimes amidst of all the wars, all you need to become is the lighthouse, not the sword.


You are my shooting star, and I always make a wish every time I see you.



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