Grief embraced him and welcomed him back, showering tears upon his arrival.

Perhaps that is the real surprise of love; it exists, but one may not attribute causes and effects to it. The existence may appear to be a mere fallacy to the minds of some, and by the time they realise what hit them, they would already be down and dead.

There is no home as comfortable as your father's arms and no bed as soft as your mother's lap.

Love me, even if it's a lie. Leave me yet never say goodbye

That night it did not rain as much in the sky as it did in his heart.

The tears of my eyes watered your heart but failed to evoke a response from the barren grounds of what beats in you. They will still come and I will welcome them because they contain you.

Love lies in those unsent drafts in your mailbox. Sometimes you wonder whether things would have been different if you'd clicked 'Send'.