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"Clouds are on top for a reason. They float so high because they refuse to carry any burden!"
"How destiny plays games so thrilling, both stay in the same building.His books declared for the best seller of the year, and she lives in the apartment to his but upstairs.He is making fame, she has committed suicide severe.The same window of the tall building instigated, such varied colors.In the woman - frustration and fear.In the man - an inspiration so rare.They share the same height, same sight, of the same building.From which, one flew like kite and the other down right."
"Entrepreneur starts with an exaggeration, converts to a dream and then ends it with a vision!"
"He is deaf, and keen to accept, any economical operation, that will correct his situation.He visited the doctor best, and started talking on subject, like the after - effects, and if any threats.The doctor medically checked, and asked him what he expects?He expressed, he wants to be addressed - in words, and not in signs.And how keen he is, to have his ears listening.He wants to listen the echo of, sun - set over that crimson dawn.He is keen to know, the sound of, a blooming rose.He wants to know what it sounds like, when a seedling grows.But Doctor - if you say: You are incapable, then I better get away, for then there is - nothing worth to be heard, in your seemingly wordy world."
"Entrepreneurship is a scary city! NO water - dig wells, NO food - plant trees, NO family - build one, NO identity - prove yourself."
"Be an artist, in whatever little faculty possible.For the Earth, without 'Art' is just 'Eh"
"She is the force, that you end upreading about in thick novels. She is the kind of woman, you adore, for being so content with messy hair.She is the kind, who woulddecline whatever the mankind would exalt - and redesign everything that isinclined to remind herof how strongly, the society wants her confined.To this girl, on a romantic date, he asked the question inaccurate - 'Honey, why do you always take the roadthat is so untold, hard and loathed?'She thought of giving him a second chance, and resisting any anger - loaded advance, She replied, 'Why do you speculate, that I choose my fate, imagining there are two roads?"
"The sand in the hour glass isn't meant to stick together. It will flow exactly same today, how it did ten years back. That's how much reliable that stuff is. The stuff that can be consistent."
"Dear Waves, You have been restless all your life? Or maybe uneasy? I don't know quite. Oscillating between faiths, swinging between shores!Yet when we sit next to you on those sands, do you never feel like sharing what bothers you so much?"
"Her question was clear - 'Father, where does the Loss reside?In the sighs?Cheeks with tears wiped?A lost appetite?Owning a room confined?Or in the smiles all falsified?Thus, the Father decide, It is no matter to hide, he replied - 'I think its deep inside, Probably, In the layers of your soul, Where the body provides it, Ample food to be - Magnified, multiplied, intensified.But once you clarify, That its not to be occupied inside, It starves of supplies, And dies.So child, when there is loss, Make sure you refuse to invite it inward, And absolutely never make it your lifelong parasite."
"The mirror it was and life it spelled, The road ahead, and the time past stepped, All gathered in one; one to all paired, My life is so different from all the world's threads.My breaths are mine, my woes are too, If my life were put through you, You sure would unlikely pursue, It should be left for me to gather, I am its sculptor, mine would be the hammer."
"How I look to you is the reflection of how you look at me."
"And I sat there at the patio, while the whole of universe, was getting engulfed, in the whitest whiteness of snow.Down, near my rough paw, is soft snow, mannering a fidgeting embryo.I monitored the snow that plunged, on the soil of my backyard, and realized it melting fast.Was that the temperature or, my eyes on it overcast?While I think of this melted exalt, I am obliged to ask, What ought happens to the thoughts?Where do they get tossed?When they are forgot?Scorched?Scoffed?Deformed? Unadorned?"
"Each drop that fell, had a story to tell.each smile that curved, said a million words.(Poem: Our Existence, Book: Ginger and Honey)"
"There are only two most powerful situations - being so small that you have nothing to lose and being so big that you don't care what you lose!"
"That door had a lot to say, people entered and people left but never the same!"
"Embrace your imperfections.Fancy your flaws.Flaunt your blemishes.Adore your birthmarks.Laugh off glitches.Discuss your setbacks.Don't call your mistakes 'Regrets'Call them 'Lessons"
"In this, journey, of reaching, to myself, I have had, many a, thoroughfares, goodbye affairs, reality checks, and, lovely overwhelms."
"There is now a distance, pressing quite persistent, May be only inches apart, but as if an artery is blocked.There now seem some secrets, a word which was earlier so needless.May be they now laugh so less, and even in summers, the air between them feels dense.Who connects? Who neglects?Barely matters when you are no more friends."
"In the world we live, we don't create or destroy - we just convert entities from one form to another. Loss and Sorrow too. If these are growing in your life - remember you are feeding them."