Pushpa Rana Quotes

There was existence in oblivion; there is you in oblivion.

Insatiable is my desire for you,
Insane is my love you,
Limitless are my boundaries for you, True are my feelings for you,
Wildest are my imaginations for you, Intense is my passion for you,
Soul is my offering for you,
Commitment is my promise to you,

I couldn't get to love but love got me.

I once saw you in a tuxedo and all I wanted to do is eat.

Yes is too obvious,may be always incubates curiosity

Men's courage is reflected when he snaps at a women.

There is a restlessness unspoken unfelt before, restlessness to throw myself into something significant, I can only imagine and I wish I could feel the claim, the passion of being owned, desire of being wanted, urge to b lost controllably, it is being vulnerable and there is no denying to it, but go ahead with it anyway; till the time it makes you feel alive, taste passion, taste emotion and make love.

I have loved the every single person I met in my life, just the definition and situation varied.

I love fake people provided they are mannequins.

I have this uncanny knack of falling for the most irrelevant men,my love story would be comprising of short stories.

Never wanted it to be an imposition,
I am alone & will find my way alone.

Leaves doesn't wait for autumn to shed, they shed when they are ready, bad experiences doesn't wait, they leave when you are ready.

The only self control I have when I am with you is that I am with you.

Only wild cannot be tamed and I have always been untamable.

Judging is acting on a limited knowledge. Learn the art of observing without evaluating.

I see you, I see others and I want to see you more.

Before he could say anything, "I told him; I have had my share of boys".He drew me closer and said "let me your man then".

Obsession and possession are just sessions destined to end soon.

Being in war itself is a gallant, awards are mere decorations.

She was lucky to be wanted not desired though, worse pain is the feeling of being unwanted in love.

Opinions can never cease to exist and empower judgments. Thinking of other's doesn't stop or change you either.

I don't like flowers, chocolate, cakes or diamonds either, I am definitely not a hard one to impress.

More I tried hating him;more I thought about him and I lived with it everyday and I lived with him everyday.

He in any form was a drug to the addiction of being desired while she was always wanted.

Some express, some write and some just feel it.

I believed in your love till the time I actually made it, felt like sex.

Loving yourself is courage!

If you hear I will speak but if you listen I will talk.

It's better to hate someone in the beginning rather than end up hating someone after loving.

I read not for entertainment but to feel what the writer has felt while writing even though if it was fiction.

Clouds shed the agony of the sky and rain concludes it by covering us in filth. What do you think about the puddles of mud and traffic jams? I so hate rain.

Writing is my passion, expression and an incessant obsession.

You can't have a women's body without having her heart, mind and soul if only momentarily.

We define what we deserve, others also define what we deserve, apparently there is a huge difference and we spend our life constructing the same.

He existed in his own terms and I followed it without hesitation.

Who am I to decide if he is worth my love or not when I can't even...

There would always be someone better than you, more beautiful and charming than you but you are you and nothing in the can replace you!

Kiss is another physical gesture if it doesn't touch your soul.

You weep for a week, secretly keep an eye on for a month and then you realize how big of a prize you are and how little your lover had to offer.

There was no wind which could have swept my thoughts away from my bositerous heart; not that day, not this day and not any other day

All this while I kept thinking where did I go wrong, all this while he wasn't mine to lose.

Out of all the things we fake we can never fake to be positive.

Only wild cannot be tamed and I have been untamable.

I can be anything you want but definitely not a wannabe.

You would always have undesired people around you but desired one's are least likely

Sanity is to the mind, insanity is for the heart,
Docility is to the mind, wildness is to the heart,
Tamable is the mind, Untamable is the heart,
Freedom is to the mind, cages are for the heart.

I am not addicted to coffee, it find it's way every morning.

Love came to me as the touching waves, kissing my feet but never to stay, I wondered it's existence until I got absorbed into it.

We choose and make our heroes from what we have read, heard and believed in.

I am not sad because I do not have you, I am sad because I don't have love.

Lover is a mere companion, love is eternal.

It is not the dead rather the ones who lives through war have seen the dreadful end of the war, you might have been victorious, unwounded but deep within you, you carry the mark of the war, you carry the memories of war, the time you have spend with your comrades, the times when you had to dug in to foxholes to avoid shelling, the times when you hate to see your comrade down on the ground, feeling of despair, atrocities of the war, missing families, home. They live through hell and often the most wounded, they live with the guilt, despair, of being in the war, they may be happy but deep down they are a different person. Not everyone is a hero. You live with the moments, time when you were unsuccessful, when your actions would have helped your comrades, when your actions get your comrades killed, you live with regret, joyous in the victory can never help you forget the time you have spent. You are victorious for the people you have lost, the decisions you have made, the courage you have shown but being victorious in the war has a price to pay, irrevocable.

You can't take a memory back from a person, even if you lose your memory your imagination haunts you as deep down your sub conscious mind you know who you are, who you were. Close you eyes and you can very well see your past, you cant change your past, time you have spent, you live through all and hence you are a hero not for the glorious war for the times you have faced. Decoration with medals is not going to gi

We have story-makers and we have writers apparently most of the today's writing falls into the first category.