I fight..not because I am not afraid of losing but am afraid of not having fought enough!

for everything that is wrong between us..there are a few things that will always be right..

Its in the silliness of your heart that you truly rejoice :)

Of adulthood : The struggle within to be rational at all times.

She sat by the window sill on a barren evening, fiddling with them - her bracelet, his memories. Neither made the evening more meaningful.

The most difficult questions to answer are the ones that begin with if only....

While you madly chase the winds.. winds that can't be held...don't forget the dependable tree you have left behind.

Words spoken are easy to forget...its those unspoken ones, that linger on...

When I was a kid, I was a believer...as a lost young girl, I became a non-believer ..now as I turn into a mature adult, I know for sure...Its all about convenience !

Love is blind, deaf and extremely narcissistic !

When I look back...most of my learnings from life are about what-not-to-do. Ouch!

of those times..when you need to stop talking and listen to life (it is at times wiser than you think it is).

I was smarter when I used to think I was not !

Hope is that will save us from who we once were

If only it was easy to let go...India and Pakistan would not have been fighting

Sometimes I am following you, other times you are behind me...dear life come lets walk a few paces together.

When people walk away from each other they don't realise that they are set to cover more distances in totality.

If I had the craft, more than a beautiful poem in my hand I would have had you.

I always learn from my mistakes and never repeat it but is it really my fault that I make a different one every time.

The coldness of moon makes me uneasy..its only the warmth of early morning sun that cradles me to sleep..