Harpreet Singh Nanda Quotes

Just because they can't feel it doesn't mean that I have to forget, Everyday we get closer to a greater truth, a gift to accept, Now you may call me a liar or even call me a fake, But then life is a lesson you have to take, Everyday is a revision of how to count the price of frozen tears, Verdicts would change when we meet the truth between years.

There will be no wrinkles after today, because there will be no tomorrow, hope lives in a picture perfect day, with a whole lifetime to follow.

Loneliness is an occasion wherein you decide between meeting yourself or a stranger.

I wish I had an angel of love, whom I could bring a night so bright, that if God even comes down from heaven above, would watch me kiss her and hold her tight. Silence will speak the words I would, while the night gets caught in her hair, and nothing he could do that God could, than drown within my blind prayer. The day would rest for an eternity, and the moment be left untouched, as time would join the fraternity, and the worlds of universe shushed.

God knew his blood needed to be human, to create his man so earthly woven, so he made a blood so different it stayed, and found its way into every wish prayed, he blessed it with a bond so truly strong, even a sinner could accept and belong, that blood was born a friend today, with us to stay forever by night and day.

To uptake a mistake would awake an ache to unmake which much would be at stake, betake forsake !!

Throw me a trial, throw me a brick, it may take me a while, but it'll do the trick, there's never a denial, I understood that quick, now it brings me a smile, but it'll make you sick.

Somethings make saying goodbye so hard, I'm saying this because I've tried; everytime I think I've travelled the longest yard, to myself I've always lied.

The ashes of my fathers, wrote me a destiny, but my existence in pothers, that destiny questions my identity, lost in an ocean of significant others, my mind's plagued with perplexity, and though life has my soul caught up in smothers, judgment of this age must be left to posterity.

I write these words to leave behind, a part of me that I could find, when time and its ways become unkind, this blind man will stand defined.

The silence before the strike, the noise that follows afterwards, when life and death become alike, a hero is born
amongst cowards.

Dear Love, just a minute please, there is a memory caught up in grease, tears in my heart are dying to escape, the burden itself has changed its shape, would it be fair to return you to me, I'm now learning from my mistakes you see, with you around pain would be just a thing, your love to me being everybling.. Dearest of all, it's just a memory taken up on lease, treat it with justice if you may please.