I am not your lover, but a victim of your beauty.
I have to confess, there is no limit in beauty
One must not align himself with the beliefs that limit his thinking; free from all beliefs and superstitions; we all make difference.
You cannot win anymore even if you do your best. Because everyone is doing their best. In order to win, you have to do more than you best.
Sky and the stars and the sun, and the moon and the mountain and the rivers will smile, if you smile. Beasts and the brutes and the monsters and the birds, and the flowers, and the plants, will be kind if you are kind. Doomed and the hopeless and the...
I can’t blame you! You really have no idea, how important you are How elegant you look and how sweet is your smile Everyone can smell you, from thousands kilometers away They can feel like the hungry wolves How delicious you are And they can see yo...
You have broken my heart Like the little kid, I can’t stop crying hitting my feet to the ground and my hands to my head Like the flies Can’t get up from sticky ground I can’t talk about you Cause it hurts so badly Even I feel it inside my bones...
Tears are only for those who care to see you sad; a badly broken heart never cries.
Sleep in my arms like a little cat; I love your snoring and your smell.
You must be very proud; the whole city crowded with your lovers.
She knew I love her like a crazy bitch; that is why she started hating me.
When you are in love, you do all sorts of crazy, impossible things with and for the person you love.
You are gone! Sky looks dark, ground looks dirty and I feel lost.
Deep inside her heart, I was feeling my home like a hay made nest.
Our love story is not written yet, it is mix of stupidity, fun and devotion.
I can’t dream anymore, we are better separated than together; both struggling unstoppable for our dreams.
Dream takes you to skies and reality just to the bed.
Bring me the wine; tonight I drink all without dreaming you.
You are very much lovable, that even dreaming you every night is not repeated.
In everyone’s life, there is a line between reality and dreams; but poets don’t have that line.
I might be a very weird lover; having you the center of my dreams and reality.
