Sometimes I wish to be happy for the things I have done in past. Some people just come as phase in your life and leave you with a unsolved mystery. Some heal you but some leave scars so deep that they remain fresh till the end of times, make you suffer in meaningless battles and thus giving you endless pain and agony.

Love is an endless war where no battle is won but people suffer and die as sacrifice.

Though this life may be a hell but I will live through it and pretend that heaven never existed, rather than giving up and submerge myself into regrets that I didn't try once.

Never to bind myself in such a place where people hurt me mentally and physically. I don't want a pitch black heaven , I would rather have red hell.

''Mind doesn't stop thinking rather it gets all worked up when you are around and for the heart its the opposite, it always skips a beat''