In the fall of leaves,
In the hustle of breeze,
In the curve of streams,
I foresee,
Nature keeps more concealed,
Than it lets us peep!

I was moving around with my imperfect, broken pieces until you came across and stitched my flaws with your words.

Perfectionists talk about first love. Realists talk about true love. Optimists talk just about love.

Best of stories are created at Airports, Dinner Tables and Showers!

The sand in the hour glass isn't meant to stick together. It will flow exactly same today, how it did ten years back. That's how much reliable that stuff is. The stuff that can be consistent.

Love makes you do,
the best of things.
Love makes you do,
the worst of things,
It's a feeling extreme,
that doesn't exist in between.