Writing is a daunting and solitary endeavor. Yet, words come alive, they sing and dance right before your very eyes.
Rebellion is a descendant of harsh hands.
I hate to be in the middle. People from the right and left wings will be hitting me.
Kindness does not boast. It will defeat its noble purpose.
A person without a family is like solving a puzzle to eternity.
A poet may not attain richness on earth. Yet, a good piece of poetry could enrich the minds of many.
The more I read, the more I understand how little I know.
Sharp words cut the very core of me.
Indifference is one of the situations I dislike the most.
Bullies could never stir my calm waters. I face them head on.