Quotes in the category indian-authors.
Wordsare powerfulforces of nature.they are destruction.they are nourishment. they are flesh. they are water.they are flowers and bone.they burn. they cleansethey erase. they etch. they can eitherleave youfeelinghomelessor brimmingwith home.
When you have power and use it for destructive purpose: you don't deserve it.
When it's possible for you to dream, it's not impossible to achieve.
i have laughedmore than daffodilsand cried more than June.
your handtouching mine.this is howgalaxiescollide.
To fall in love with someone's thoughts - the most intimate, splendid romance.
i writebecauseit is the only wayi can reach you.
Change the world, I know I won’t,Enthralling as always I hope it remains,A kaleidoscope of joy, sorrow and pain.But my only wish as I take this jaunt,Is for my words on you to impress upon,A smile, a tear or even an angry frown.
Civilians enjoy their time because soldiers sacrifice their time.
Uniform of a soldier and uniform of a student both are equally needed for the nation.
the saddest thing is to bea minute to someone,when you've made them your eternity.
there are some poemsthat we leave behindsome that leave us behindwhile some just livesilentlyin the heartcrumble, sometimesdwindledisappeardieand are rebornwhen you smile again.
it was the kind of moonthat I would want to send back to my ancestorsand gift to my descendantsso they know that I too,have been bruised...by beauty.
because some thingssometimesaren't ours to hold,but just beautiful to listen to.
Not words. nor laughter. but rather someonewho will fall in lovewith your silence.
whatever you dobe gentle with yourself.you don’t just livein this worldor your homeor your skin.you also livein someone’s eyes.
You are that one breath. that puts all the remaining breaths. back into my body.
Whatever you get out of poetry - take it. take it. take it. Words are better off felt than understood.
love wounds me with soft pillows with tender lips and fingers
Once in a while i am struckall over again... by just how blue the sky appears .. on wind-played autumn mornings, blue enoughto bruise a heart.
a silent night. - the most eloquent poem i have ever read.
Poems can getsleepless tooand becomethe loneliest thingin the universe.
and the afterglow...of your gaze...is the onlysweater that I need.
I breathe in...the fragranceof love, and moist sandthe onehis roses lefton both my handsI just keep on breathingevery momentas much as I canpreserving it, in my bodyfor the dayit can’t.
Tell me..how do you stand there?filling the doorway....of my life.
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