Faraaz Kazi Quotes
One half of me is a hopeless romantic. The other half is well... just realistic.
Whenever the cloud of ego threatens to engulf me, I remind myself of my roots. It helps keeping my feet on the ground.
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.
Love lies in those unsent drafts in your mailbox. Sometimes you wonder whether things would have been different if you'd clicked 'Send'.
It was not one folly that Shakespeare talked about. If Love truly is but a myriad of follies then I have committed them all, that can mean only one thing - I loved her truly, madly, deeply!
Some people are going to leave, but that's not the end of your story. That's the end of their part in your story.
Remember, someone, somewhere in some corner of this somewhat big world, is out there crying if you're unhappy and is happy if you are! And you know who that someone is!
There is no home as comfortable as your father's arms and no bed as soft as your mother's lap.
The tears of my eyes watered your heart but failed to evoke a response from the barren grounds of what beats in you. They will still come and I will welcome them because they contain you.
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.
Who would have listened to his tales of woe when his love was the flickering lamp over his own decaying tomb?
It was like watching a movie being played on the blank screen of his mind; the only difference was that he did not get bored, no matter how many times he watched it.
I inhale loneliness like it is the sweet smell of virgin earth conquered by fiery rain drops. Within me, I'm a thousand others.
I eyed her like a thirsty traveler in the desert looks at a pail of water.
I could take back those moments that snatched you away from me or maybe just wipe away those ten minutes when you came to me for the first time and I looked into your eyes to realise what love is.
One of the symptoms of having a broken-heart is the fact that even ghosts will give up on the hope of scaring you as you have already lived through your worst fear.
It was going to be a long, dark night but not quite as dark as it was in the abyss of his heart where there was nothing but hollowness, yet it felt heavy, almost as if someone still resided there.
Not watching the path where his legs took him, he walked on because he knew he had to walk ahead, leaving his past behind.
That night it did not rain as much in the sky as it did in his heart.
Never carry the baggage of your past relationships on the honeymoon of your future relationships.
Rahul had wondered how someone could love their beloved so much that their dedication to them became one of the wonders of the world.
But when nothing in your life happens in a positive frame, it is difficult to think positively and hope for the best.
Today many of these selfish politicians are preying on the nation itself - (belching corruption and farting discontent!)
Competition was as much as respecting your opponent's work as introspecting on your own.
How could he maintain the apology in his eyes without getting carried away by her cherubic innocence?
Why crawl like a caterpillar when you have the wings to be a butterfly?
Today many of these selfish politicians are preying on the nation itself – (belching corruption and farting discontent!)
The grip of her eyes is so hard that he can barely breathe. She entices him to crash into her and explore her depths. But he is already soaked in different waters.
In every laugh, he hears her, in every tear, he sees her. Not a mere reflection, the complete 'her'.
Her melodious laughter sounded like the distant tinkling of soft bells and he stored the sound in her temple- his heart.
I fell, she laughed. I fell hard, she laughed harder. Seeing that I kept falling till I fell in love.
The pain would not leave him. It came to him like the tide that hits the sea.
In that one moment, I wrapped a thousand others. A lifetime of joy, sorrow, laughter, frowns, smiles, tears... life!
Their hands are tied not by ropes but by the greed of the intermediaries that the system has generated, who eat up the farmer’s income while it is on its way into his hands.
