It’s when I’m almost getting to the point where I’m not thinking about you, my heart fights to forget the idea of the existence of a...

It’s about feeling at home after being away, It’s about feeling the security right when you enter it, It’s about feeling the...

The stars twinkle back, The moon illuminates from being a cresent, The waves rush back to the shore, The pendulum swings back and forth,...

I don’t like going there. No, I don’t. I don’t like going to that place which has become the storehouse of our memories. I would have...

It feels empowering, Wild and free, To stay under the stars, Walk endlessly under the moon; To reach a place peaceful, In your mind, soul...

The time seems indifferent, From what I know it was, Certain minutes missing, Certainly a few paused. The shadows play the memories,...

Few days aren’t just dates on the calendar but a tunnel filled with memory boxes lined up from the ceiling to the floor. Each box...

I think what makes us miss few moments is the fact that we cannot live them ever again. I think what makes us miss few people is the fact...

The people who you want to last forever, doesn’t last longer than a few sunsets, do they? The people who you think won’t last forever,...

The pink tint of the sky, Reminds me of the time we spent by, The lake of water lilies and swans, And walking by the rose lawns. How i...

zhoooop.. The train on the opposite sides passes like a bolt of lightning and waking me up from the train of my own thoughts at the end...

And we promised to click a better picture, Of standing us aside, Should we just go for it, Or let the universe decide? Seems like the...