In this city of loveYour memories tinkle like an anklet My heart rhymes melodies to its tune And affection shines like a droplet

Not all things that fall down break. Some develop wings.

When has life listened to anyone?It goes on at its own pace...Limping, when we wish it should run, And when calm desired, sprinting as in a race…

Close your eyes for a whileThe image that conjures is your soulmate Don’t pause, rush and say what you feelAfter all time and tide for none wait…

Discarded lay all the dreamsIn the bin of unwanted thingsTill you came and set them freeAnd, to soar, gave them wings…

Hold my hands O Lord!Teach me to walk once againMy mind is covered with clouds darkAnd my soul wriggles in pain!

Where all lines and rays convergeWhere no one can travel furtherOne finds the abode of the soulAnd here, all routes one can augur

Blessed are they who can carryA smile on their faceThey are ones who have foundInner peace in life’s mace

The songs of separation Are not always full of painOften they talk of the fondnessThat flows in the lovers’ veins…

What looks as a dead and dark end can become a glowing and shimmering start only if one has the patience to keep trying with positivity in the mind...

Even ripples have a rhythmTo feel it, listen to their soundTap your feet as they directAnd joy shall abound…

A difficult journey is spiritual rewarding.There is a more dependence on God, His supernatural power, grace and divine favour long the travel.

There is always one moment in childhood when the door opens and lets the future in.

My bits of time play with eternity.

But I never thought of who he wasn't, I never had to explain or defend him to myself, I didn't even care what we talked about.

I can honestly say [that writing] is the best life there is, because you get to live within the realm of your own mind, and that is a profoundly rare human privilege.

I do not much care for nature, and believe that flowers belong in vases rather than loose and untidy on the ground.

I like to just hang out. My friends dont like to do that, but I do. Because, a lot of times Im busy, and I just kind of like to get a chance to just hang out.

And as many of the plates as Joseph Smith translated I handled with my hands, plate after plate.

Dogs, like very small children, are quite mad.

I think everyone just goes to London and says like, oh I went international!