Your Scent Is Like A Drug To Me Like My Own Personal Brand Of Heroin.

इश्क तेरी आंखों में लिखा, पढने दे ज़रा,

हमको भी गालिब होना है,

इन गज़लों सी आँखों में खोना है,

Ishq Teri Aankhon Mein Likha, Padhne De Zaraa

Humko Bhi Ghalib Hona Hai

Inn Gazal’on Si Aankhon Mein Khona Hai

"I have never loved a man as I love you, and I never shall again."

— Apsara Menaka

Menaka's Choice, by Kavita Kané

Losing someone close to you is such a crippling feeling.

"Hope is often just a consoling thought, our naive disclaimer, retracting the possibility of a certain reality that we don't have the power to change."

— Apsara Menaka

Menaka's Choice, Kavita Kané

Sometimes, she is too much of everything—too sensitive,too generous, too intense, too adorable, too accepting.

She is mad, the kind of mad that makes you fall in love, and she doesn’t need much—some books to read, a warm touch, someone to love and to be loved.

—Something I'm Waiting to Tell You by Shravya Bhinder

“Numbing the pain is not the same as healing it,” Master Sameed said. “When the anesthesia wears off, the pain is still there.”

When Mahmoud Darwish said, "A University degree, four books and hundereds of articles and I still make mistakes when reading. You wrote me 'good morning' and I read it as 'I love you'."

You were one wish away. But sadly, there were no shooting stars on the night sky

Even before I was touched, I belonged to you; All you had to do was to look at me.

— Louise Glück, from Poems 1962-2012; "The Burning Heart"