'Tell me where the swans go in the winter I need to know if the mute ones can sing. Tell me why stars fall from the sky I need to know if it is luck they bring. Tell me why feathers land near you I need to know if you've injured your wing. Now, tell me where you end, my angel For I no longer know where I begin.' -Kamand Kojouri
'Remember this. Hold on to this. This is the only perfection there is, the perfection of helping others. This is the only thing we can do that has any lasting meaning. This is why we're here. To make each other feel safe.' - Andre Agassi
'At the stroke of the midnight hour, when the world sleeps, India will awake to life and freedom,' -words of Pt JawaharLal Nehru, first prime minister of independent India. (Part of his historic speech-Tryst with Destiny)
Wrapped in the solitude, to survive in this cold breeze, my heart lit the fire of saudade, a hoard of meaningless ruins, soared an elusive withered wisp, just like a bird with broken wings, a rose without thorns, a body without soul, a person without heart.
But a peculiar zephyr quenched the flames and reached my heart, rhymed the love song of silence. I thought my heart to be its abode. My soul started dancing in ephemeral euphoric heaven, forthwith it disappeared like a sweven.