Pain withheld becomes hate, pain shared becomes love.

Love is not something that happens just once and lasts uniformly throughout your lifetime. No, that kinda love can only exist in fictional stories. But if you fall in and out of love with the same person, for countless number of times, each time rediscovering those feelings that you thought you had long lost in past and somehow it still feels as fresh as the morning dew... That's the real deal, that's how it happens in real life.

She kills her words, but somehow the feeling survives. And no matter where she buries them, he always sees them in her eyes.

No poem of mine will, be as beautiful as the one; I create on your lips.

No love is lost; unless we try, to make it last forever.

You are to me,what wind is to dry leaves. The reason for me to fall,the reason for me to fly.