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1 " I'm a cactus but I will only offer you flowers. "
― Huseyn Raza
2 " Nothing has changed, Claire. You're still as beautiful as you were when we met first and I am still in love with everything about you. We may be worlds apart but this doesn't keep our hearts at distance. I feel your breath in every breath of mine and I hear your heartbeat in every beat of my heart. I traveled to far away lands, rivers, forests, mountains, glaciers, deserts and skyscrapers but wherever I go I find you there. My dreams aren't illusions but visions of a beautiful yesterday; I play with your hair-locks, I kiss your eyes, I embrace your hands and you giggle in my arms blossoming like a flower. My love, you're my only reality, my only fantasy, my only celebration and my only refuge. I have waited a thousands suns and I can wait a thousand more to witness the moment you call out to me. That day you'll find me and even if I don't live up to see that day I will be with you forever, just remember me. "
3 " See no good, hear no good, speak no good; and the people will eventually find you good! "
4 " Do someone a favour, you make a friend; favour 'em too much, you make an enemy. "
5 " I was dead for a billion of years and in a few years I will be dead again. I'm not conscious of that state of lifelessness which was before I came to life. And I'm not sure about the lifelessness that is yet to come. Life is only a station between these two states. It is a chance to experience and to do something, the only chance known with certainty. The major issue is to find what is worth living for, but an even greater issue is to find what is worth dying for. We all die anyway. "
6 " Whenever the birds sing, I will remember you Claire. As long as the sun shines, I will love you. And when the sun darkens everything and the dead sky falls, I will hope to see life again, I will hope to see you. There was never much hope but a fool's hope and a fool am I. "
7 " We're all stuck between the realm of our desires, their possibilities and the realities of life. "
8 " There is no intoxicant more dangerous than the passion of love; intoxicating both the holder and the beholder. "
9 " My dearest friend Abigail, These probably could be the last words I write to you and I may not live long enough to see your response but I truly have lived long enough to live forever in the hearts of my friends. I thought a lot about what I should write to you. I thought of giving you blessings and wishes for things of great value to happen to you in future; I thought of appreciating you for being the way you are; I thought to give sweet and lovely compliments for everything about you; I thought to write something in praise of your poems and prose; and I thought of extending my gratitude for being one of the very few sincerest friends I have ever had. But that is what all friends do and they only qualify to remain as a part of the bunch of our loosely connected memories and that's not what I can choose to be, I cannot choose to be lost somewhere in your memories. So I thought of something through which I hope you will remember me for a very long time. I decided to share some part of my story, of what led me here, the part we both have had in common. A past, which changed us and our perception of the world. A past, which shaped our future into an unknown yet exciting opportunity to revisit the lost thoughts and to break free from the libido of our lost dreams. A past, which questioned our whole past. My dear, when the moment of my past struck me, in its highest demonised form, I felt dead, like a dead-man walking in flesh without a soul, who had no reason to live any more. I no longer saw any meaning of life but then I saw no reason to die as well. I travelled to far away lands, running away from friends, family and everyone else and I confined myself to my thoughts, to my feelings and to myself. Hours, days, weeks and months passed and I waited for a moment of magic to happen, a turn of destiny, but nothing happened, nothing ever happens. I waited and I counted each moment of it, thinking about every moment of my life, the good and the bad ones. I then saw how powerful yet weak, bright yet dark, beautiful yet ugly, joyous yet grievous; is a one single moment. One moment makes the difference. Just a one moment. Such appears to be the extreme and undisputed power of a single moment. We live in a world of appearance, Abigail, where the reality lies beyond the appearances, and this is also only what appears to be such powerful when in actuality it is not. I realised that the power of the moment is not in the moment itself. The power, actually, is in us. Every single one of us has the power to make and shape our own moments. It is us who by feeling joyful, celebrate for a moment of success; and it is also us who by feeling saddened, cry and mourn over our losses. I, with all my heart and mind, now embrace this power which lies within us. I wish life offers you more time to make use of this power. Remember, we are our own griefs, my dear, we are our own happinesses and we are our own remedies.Take care!Love,Francis.Title: Letter to AbigailScene: "Death-bed"Chapter: The Road To Awe "
10 " Ever felt tired? Like existentially tired? Where you lose the sense of identity, structures, language, reason, being and time. Where you can’t see a destination and you can’t find a return, where even when you return its not a return to yourself rather it is a turn to a realisation that you have lost yourself somewhere between ‘the you’ and ‘the self’ and this dichotomy of what you call ‘you’ cannot make you feel home anymore. You run and you keep running, not towards anything but away from everything; from people, from rules, from gods, from words, from love and from being you, for forever. So do you ever feel tired? "
11 " Remember, we are our own griefs, my dear, we are our own happinesses and we are our own remedies.[An excerpt from “My friend, Abigail”] "
12 " Once I was clever, I was speaking.. then I was wiser, I was learning.. but now I’m silent and now I am “Being”! "
13 " Silence composes the music of the cosmos; darkness sees it dance. "
14 " Some people are never right, the others are never left. "
15 " Bhulaney ke liay bhi tujhy yaad tu kerna hoga,Magar her yaad se hain wabasta teri hazaar baatain,Teri in baaton ka kahin tu hisaab hoga,Faqat guzri hain iss fikr mein meri hazaar raatain. "
16 " Kaisy kahoon ke mery liay kya ho tum?Khwahish hoty tu mit jaty,Zaroorat hoty tu poori ho jaty,Aadat hoty tu badal jaty,Majboori hoty, khatam ho jaty,Waqt hoty ager tu guzar jaty,Jo nishan hoty, kahin tu mil jaty.Tu kya ho, aakhir ho kya tum?Saasain kahoon, khwaab kahoon,Faasla kahoon ke sairaab kahoon?Khushi kahoon, gham kahoon,Apna kal kahoon ya haal hoon?Umeed kahoon, ehsaas kahoon,Tumhain jeet kahoon ke haar kahoon?Sakoon kahoon, afat kahoon,Masti kahoon ya firaak kahoon?Sooraj kahoon, parinda kahoon,Hoor kahoon ke khaak kahoon?Khudai kahoon, Khuda kahoon,Apni khudi kahoon ya alfaaz kahoon?Ke jo kahoon, kam hi kam hi kahoon,Keh ke bhi kuch na khas kahoon!!Phir kaisy kahoon ke mery liay kya ho tum?Haan, yeh sab tu nhi ho tum.Par meray liay tu mery sab ho tum.Meray tab ho tum, Meray ab ho tum.Kya keh doon ke meray rab ho tum?Meray kufriya sawaal ka jawab ho tum.Tu tum ho, ke nahi ho tum? "