Meeta Ahluwalia Quotes

She danced wild across the evening sky, dispersing clouds with the frill of her gown.

Those who tried to fill the void with passion, were engulfed by it's flames.

The sky mingled with the Earth infinitely in the tenderness of rain drops.

If people were seasons, she'd be monsoon. After every downpour, the garden laughed like her, wild and free.

The night air was soft, and laden with the redolence of impending blossoms. The sky unfolded and lit up the earth in jubilation. Welcome Spring !

We feel closest to God in humility. No outward rites and ceremonies are necessary, for they don't make us humble.

With each embrace, I poured my soul into his, till his and mine were the same.

Clouds come and go, the mountain remains.

No man can ever admire a woman the way she admires herself.

In strokes of fresh blue, pink and orange dispersed with soft white kisses, the sky writes letters to me.

Sieve through the noise, break your habits, abandon your identity and find yourself.

In a world lost in delusion, a single daffodil quietly announces the arrival of spring.

She was like the moon, half here and half somewhere else.

I ascended the mountains to hear the voice of God, and was answered in echoes from afar.

A faint blush below the horizon, as the first kiss from the Sun wakes the Earth from its slumber.

Growth in the number of humans is associated with decline in humanity.

Be where you are, and you will find the way. You lose your way when you lose your head.

We expend more effort in trying to forget memories than in trying to create them.

The essence of things is lost in translation, as love and understanding are lost in expectation.

Be more wary of the fearful than of the brave.

Some silences are pauses, and others conclusions.

Awaken, for life is only a fleeting moment, between coming and going.

Autumn night -
Silvery moonlight,
wind in pine trees.

That which is empty, is full of everything in the cosmos.

We worship the form, and seek the formless. The Nameless is sought by reciting names. With closed hands, closed minds, we seek Him.

Being a woman, I am misunderstood more when I talk than when I stay silent ! Meeta Ahluwalia

It is in the bitter cold of life, that you recognize people who are the equivalent of a warm blanket.