Sometimes pain in your heart can be felt very strangeWhich misguides your thoughts that you fail to rearrange

Memories are aches; they are the laughterSmiles of time flee to seize the hereafter

Some memories should be dead as they are like living corpse in mortal's bed

Love generates two kinds of tears- in pain and in ecstasy.

Each tear longs to kiss sorrow

Only pain can define the meaning of tears.

Night never needs a shade but it requires to fade into the grin of twinkling stars where light is just a glint of scars

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

We have so much to learn from a fallen teardrop which is wiped away from our cheek…never to be felt again