Her tears still lay, unattended, on my bosom...I wouldn't wipe them, for she might stop paying me visits.

Religion is a good time pass, better than philosophy, and a million times better than love; love is a wastage of an era.

Between us what it was? i couldn't fathom, till she was gone.

She was finally owned up- it took death as a price for her being accepted.

Togetherness is the greatest stoning ..relations, the best snuff.

Why love has to intense? Women's love isn't. It is a male contribution to a relationship. What does a woman contribute? Children continuity- intentional immortality.

Some day, Some wish...

All mothers are rivers and all rivers, mothers.

This business of love is one hell of a commerce of emotion. Tear bucks.