The Ideas, Not Noted Down, Perish As

When Made To Live Even One Notch Lower Than Your Previous Living Standard, In Any Of The Domains Of Ur Life, U Are Depressed.

Every Beauty Of Life Is Becoming So Virtual N Imaginary That People Have Even Started Finding Solace In Imagining Love Instead Of Physically Indulging Into It.

Not Everyone Finds 'Real Me' In Me, Nor I Give Everyone The 'Real Me'

Don't Stand Alone For The Sake Of It. Stand Alone For A Reason

Though All Get Reflection Of Their Own Self In Me. Yet, Good Ones Beget Good While, Bad Ones Beget Only Digging.