I asked my soul: What is Delhi? She replied: The world is the body and Delhi its life!

I asked my soul: What is Delhi? She replied: The world is the body and Delhi its life!

Consumed by the agony of remembrance The remembrance of night's festive company The one remaining candle flickers and dies.

Love demands patience, desire is restless; What color shall I paint the heart, until you savage it? You shall not ignore me when the time comes, I know, but I may turn to dust before the news reaches you.

The world is a playground -Indian

Alas, not all things in life are easy; Even man struggles to be human.

Love cannot be seeded into someone. It is a fire that is difficult to kindle but once it takes on, it is equally difficult to extinguish.