Quotes by Faraaz Kazi

Isolation, for him, had become a basic sine qua non for existence and loneliness, his sole companion like a perfectly faithful twin. He was someone for whom even happiness would cry for, mourning the death of his sentiments and murdering the existence of his soul.

He had never smoked but then had he ever loved? Life made him love and love made him smoke.

Love lies in those unsent drafts in your mailbox. Sometimes you wonder whether things would have been different if youd clicked Send.

Sometimes your eyes are not the only place the tears fall from.

She walked away too far for me to call... and for her to hear my voice.

That night it did not rain as much in the sky as it did in his heart.

A house doesnt become a home until love moves in.

As he turns around and her eyes meet his, she lets go off the breath that she had been holding back. All the words she had practised to say when the moment arrived, dissolve at the tip of her tongue. All the things she wanted him to know escape her in the thick blanket of nostalgia that wraps itself around her.

What kind of songs do you like? she asked.The ones that remind me of you, I said.

It was like watching a movie being played on the blank screen of his mind; the only difference was that he did not get bored, no matter how many times he watched it.

He stopped his act to take a snapshot of that instant he would so treasure- her delightful laughter that could make him do anything, anything at all, in the world and beyond!

He got up slowly, not bothering to curse himself for forgetting the stop where he had to disembark. He was not used to leaving things behind; he wondered how the bus stop escaped.

She turned around to look at me with her enchanting gaze that further pierced my heart; a look I would never forget and I would retain till perpetuity and think of it always whenever she came to my mind. And that is not going to be a few times, if my heart is to have its way.

I didnt know that there was a thin line between ignorance and arrogance.

Silence has its own language and in that silence he found words within himself; words for her, words for him and words for them.

Seeing her cry still made me feel the same way it did earlier.

I wonder if I could take back every I love you ever said to you, would I do it?

One half of me is a hopeless romantic. The other half is well... just realistic.

Her fragrance blew him off and his body followed steps he had never learnt in his life.

Whenever the cloud of ego threatens to engulf me, I remind myself of my roots. It helps keeping my feet on the ground.