A door can either free you or imprison you. Every single thing is like a door. For some people even sex became door of liberation and for some even holy books became door of imprisonment.

Sensuality alone is just raw electricity in the body. If channelized through heart, it takes form of love. Otherwise it leaks out as lust and perversion.

Things that are too perfect for us don't attract us. They are like a slippery floor having no friction at all. We desire some friction... some flaws... something to work upon.

You feel like an idol kept in an art gallery. You think that everyone who comes near you is just interested in your outer appearance. I see the divinity in you. Let me worship you.