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

If there is a knower of tongues here, fetch him; There's a stranger in the city And he has many things to say.

The drop grows happy by losing itself in the river.

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

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.

The object of my worship lies beyond perceptions reach. For those who see, the Ka'ba is a compass, nothing more.