No matter how loud they cry I don’t seem to move a muscle And your whispers make me dance endlessly When love sings nothing else seems to sound anywa

Often when I lie down and close my eyes and want to disconnect from every external thing that disturbs me out. My craving for memory rises and what I avoid all day comes back to me again. And there I stand

I never knew why stars are so adorable Until I collapsed into your galaxies And everything else got out of my sight since then The strange whirl of your starry eyes got me in And I can’t think anymore

Some words give a creepy sound we just do not want to hear them, not because of their sound or superficial meaning but the aura they possess. They have this negativity in them that one simply avoids being

People usually fall for words but I am fond of quiet With you I don't want a long dialouge Your breathing along would be enough Your passing by can be deadly for me But you came and sat by me instead Now

You are the light that come from some unknown direction, mixed in my soul and made my heart dance on music i never heard. Do you realize how addictive you are, how lethal you are becoming?

Can a man be certain? Can you be the one who say and does the same? Are you the one who can foresee almost the whole thing? Approaches, yes can you be certain about what you are going to undergo and going

My tea fell in love with biscuits and I cant help her!

Rush takes us nowhere but put us to restlessness and hurry. We often wish for certain things but we give less attention to the right ways to have them. So, we usually reach wrong destinations that never

Happy week and remember: “When we love, we always strive to become better than we are. "When we strive to become better than we are, everything around us becomes better too.” ― Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist

You place things safely and forget where you placed them knowing how they were like, you search over all the place. Making memories is similar to putting things hoping to find them again the same way,

Hey! This is Samia, an Economist but more than any graph I believe in what the writer says in this picture "Just live well". And i am a keen writer who just needs to exhale the thoughts. If you

Life awaites for me

If you need to find saddest souls, just turn on a sad song and the ones dancing crazily on the sad tunes are those.

Lately I have been trying to describe people, not on the bases of their skin colors or their shiny happy masks, but what kind of a person they actually are. There are people when you ask them, “How is

"I babble your name, Like the praising beads, It itches on the tip of my tongue, And mourns in my soul"

With something extra ordinary than Love He makes everyone wonder about The secret of his Love But only she had the clues That she sum up like: Only she suites in his imaginations that are a world to him.

With something extra ordinary than Love He makes everyone wonders Why would someone love this much, But only she had the clues why? And she can only sum it up in: His love is just a little reflection of