Sometimes your eyes are not the only place the tears fall from.

Who would have listened to his tales of woe when his love was the flickering lamp over his own decaying tomb?

Whenever the cloud of ego threatens to engulf me, I remind myself of my roots. It helps keeping my feet on the ground.

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

His mind scolded him for his stupidity and urged him to forget her but his heart had no justifications for its stand. It remained unmoved, its solidarity unaffected, its arrogance still holding.

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

One half of me is a hopeless romantic. The other half is well... just realistic.