Being empty makes me whole sometimes. I wonder if every hollow hole has its own solidity of fulfillment

Every joy is like a piece of mirror: always reflecting..

Not every wall needs a ceiling

Every heart needs a cutting part sharper than a blade to stab agony

An hour is indeed a long time when you count every second

Every mind should reflect to touch the green of life through trees.

There’s an infant part in our souls which longs for the lullaby truths of life every night for a tranquil slumber.