Attraction, confession, unison and finally the real face of it all. I wonder why do people go blind in love and come to their senses only when it’s too late!

Thoughts are meant to be words and words are meant to be written and what is written becomes a figment of the literature.

Attraction, confession, unison and finally the real face of it all. I wonder why do people go blind in love and come to their senses only when it's too late!

Let the mind contemplate, let the pen scribble, the oeuvre would be eccentric, peculiar to a reader's eye.

Thoughts are meant to be words and words are meant to be written and what is written becomes a figment of the literature

Literature is like a subtle concoction of laboriously collected peripherals called words, intellect,thoughts,imagination,creativity and aestheticism brewed together to form a resplendent work of art.

Poetry is not a mere expression of a poet's self, but an enchantment, a spell of the muse, the inspiration. Poetry is thus magic and magic is poetry.

I can be patient, but I am not God! Don't take me for granted, or you will spend your life gathering my scattered self!

Relationships are blessings, but they need the manure of love, respect and devotion. A little more would raise expectations and a little less would bring remorse.