Those who dream for identity, they have their own tale of losses
Some dark truths can dig your grave before you die
Hope is a cloud that keeps on building till it rains
One thing that is common between me and silence is- We speak but no one perceives
Pleasing others can make you lose yourself
In life happiness is momentary, grab it before it leaves
Loneliness is beautiful when your intimacy is wordless
We feel lost when we overlook our mistakes and ponder upon what others did with us
With age we learn beauty does not have a befitting definition, it is we who define it with our shades of emotions
If you try to narrate right things in an awful situation, it will drop down to vice