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

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.

I eyed her like a thirsty traveler in the desert looks at a pail of water.

Eye contact is way more intimate than words will ever be.

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

Walking alone is not difficult but when we have walked a mile worth a thousand years with someone then coming back alone is what is difficult.

I wish there was a word more than 'love' itself to convey what I feel for you.