O, weary angels, don’t look at me with those eyes.If that is your state then what of our cries?What can I tell you of goodness that you don’t already know?What can I tell you of faith,of hope and lovethat you yourselves bestow?O, angels, don’t pluck another feather,this isn’t the sky, it’s just the weather.Please, angels, try.We are one all together.Look up and listen, I’ll say it once and then put down my pen:We are sorry for our ignoranceand even though we are worldly,it might happen again.We are sorry for your wearinessand even though you aren’t worldly,we are no more than human.

God doesn't listen to me too, but people have their suspicions. सुनता तो रब हमारी भी नहीं,पर लोगों को अल्लाह पे शक बेशक है

When you’ve been given a curse of perspective you don’t stop to consider the gift of oversight that most humans have been bestowed with.

Happiness is surrounding yourself only with those who bestow their unconditional love and support.

Please allow me the honour of allowing you to bestow upon me a blowjob.

An insult bestowed on your interior and exterior personality; for causes beyond control, kills you innumerably, till the last breath.

Nurture the vision God has put in you

Appreciate success and status thy will bestow.