Indian Authors Quotes

how these words, wait to diein the arms of all the poetry..yet to be written.

Poetry keeps mein a highly drunken stateof divinity.

sometimes i wake upin the middleof the nightand findpoetry splatteredall over my bed.

Poems are invisible flowers on my skin.

some words bring warmthjust bybeing next to each other.

what ismore beautifultears, in someone’s eyesfor meor in my eyesfor them.

wordslike mysterious mermaids come and live permanentlyin the soft sweepsand scars of my skin.

Scatter as a prayerescaping my lips...as orchidsblooming in clouds.

One clear moment, one of trance One missed step, one perfect dance One missed shot, one and only chance Life is all...but one fleeting glance.

give mea pillow of strongever-dependable shouldersthat i can bury my head in.

most of the timesit’s the hardest to saywhat I love moreyouor your memory.

love canembellish its beginningsing its blossomingand engrave its eternitiesbut can never explain its loss.

There is somethingmystically sadand beautifulabouthowi will neversee youagainbut meet youagain and againin poetry.

Breezy daysdeserve the unionof two old friends.

In the business world, there is no gray. Either you are black, or you are white-washed.

Tea is just an excuse.i am drinking this sunset, this evening.and you.

Sometimes the rainfallsjust for you and meto be the violinplaying in the backgroundof our loneliness's song.

I want to have a romance so grand, it would have made Shakespeare fumble for words.

Life is uncertain.Today you get a rose.Tomorrow you feel the thorns.But the end result is red, always!!

This winter, there will be no voices, no glimpses, no arms.only the fabric of poetry, to keep me warm.

may this poetrybe the homeyou will someday come back to.

A rain like melting pillows…a rain so beautifulI could neverhave let go ofif not certainthat someday...it would find its wayinto my poem.

The Almost Forgotten Human Language is ‘Feeling.

You are the ocean to my eyes.

you are here.the moontides are here.and that’s all that matters.

for those memories are nowjust like these little kittensI hold in my handsthose can be kissedand treasuredbut not held too tightly.

you wereand always will bethat first ever touchto have fertilizedthe groundbeneath my life’s treesthat first ever roseto have fragrancedthe rest of my memories.

Humans by nature are promiscuous. Loyalty is an aberration!

violent storms. and beautiful smiles. both have electricity. both are equally destructive in nature.

i am permanentlytannedin the summer of poetry.

There is a moon, that rests in the quiet cornersof a lover’s lips.

when whisperedwhat an exquisitesong, it makes-your name.

savorwith methe lushnessof a lingering sleep...and last night’sdream.

funny how our heartswere designed to loveso fiercely.but break ever so gently.

fierce lovers.and battle warriorsboth comefrom the same place. there is bound to be, some bloodshed.

May the nights always be aglowwith the bliss of the daywith unharmed hands and feetand kissed cheeks.

Love me...with all the abandonof a sudden wild rain.

I live there...Far above the song-filled clouds, where the dewdrops touch my skin so bareI live there.

i can’t always tell what’s betterlong drivesin the star-spangled desertsor long walksalong winding tea gardens.

Maybe life is all about twirling under one of those midnight skies, cutting a swathe through the breeze and gently closing your eyes.

when i speak to youi speak as thoughi am offering a rosein your hand.

the ocean mist engulfs me, like a lifetime’s friendship honored.

the sapphire depthof my own love...startlesand warmsand wounds my soul.

some poems frothand foam and rise...out of my morning cup ofmist-sweetened coffee.

A poem in the heart is worthmore than a million dollarsin the bank account.

You touched my heart...ever so softlyand I realizedtears had never been...merely saltand the rainOh the Rain!had never been merely water.

sometimes i am not sure.if i am writing the poemor the poemis writing me.

There is no man who is enterprising and keeps well up with the times but confesses that the women of to-day are in every respect, except political liberty, equal to the men.

The internet in general and social networking sites in particular are making people more reclusive than social.

Farsi Couplet: Agar firdaus bar roo-e zameen ast, Hameen ast-o hameen ast-o hameen ast. English Translation: If there is a paradise on earth, It is this, it is this, it is this