Art Is Life, Then It Is Also True That Life Must Become Art

Word deceive me, as I drown in the depths of your moonlight eyes.

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

Shams smiled fleetingly. “Every man has a degree of womanliness inside.”

“Even the ones who are manly men?”

“Especially those, my dear,” Shams said, garnishing his words with a wink and dropping his voice to a whisper, as if sharing a secret.

—The Forty Rules of Love

“Kiss me, my beloved, peel my heart down to the core,

Your lips are as sweet as cherry wine, pour me some more.”

Maybe, in the end, our hopes were the wrong way around. But what am I, what are you, if not a misdiagnosis? And if so, is there a way out?

—Haruki Murakami, The Elephant Vanishes.

"Stars wish away from every which way to the center of my heart with the tip of this pencil, constellations are stenciled within the wind, and the sands of time shine in my mind like moonlight as each grain shaves away my sins.."

I am a celestial harbinger larger than the darkness - eUë

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

“It is called the ney...And its sound is the sigh of the lover for the beloved.”

"I have a butterfly for a heart, it bumbles and flutters.. flying like a little lover of stars. It lands on your finger, in your chest, and it lingers a little longer on your vest.. it flies to the heavens and back with wishes on it's little back, and then.. well, then it feeds off of the pollen of your smile as a snack. And then it mates with your soul to sedate the moons glow, saying let the love flow.."

If I had a butterfly for a heart, I wouldn't mind if it was in your stomach - eUë

क्या कहे हम इश्क़ में ईस कदर बेज़ुबां हो गए

कि तुमसे जुदा होके हम तबाह हो गए।

Kya kahe ishq me is kadar bezubaan ho gaye

Ki tumse juda hoke hum tabaah ho gaye