I almost moved mountains, touched rivers, impressed deserts and motivated skies, but I never made it to your heart.

How you expect the heaven, when you make someone else’s life hell.

If they can worship a weird creature, which is even not existed; why I must not worship a beautiful one who is already here.

I cannot do anything fake; that is why even when I sleep with a prostitute, she falls in love with me.

You are the end of beauty and creativity one must have created so far.

Being crazy of someone might seem cheap, but what if your life is priceless without that person.