Muazzam

Eyes are the window to the soul—protect them from sins to keep your inner self pure.

I didn’t fall in love with your perfection — I fell when the cracks showed, and I saw the light pouring through. No blossoms, no shade—just branches, brave and bare. Still, the sun reached in.

Love, in its highest form, is not possession but reverence — a silent vow to behold another soul in its full, unbound becoming. Letting go wasn’t loss—it was light.

To love with an open heart is courage; to be loved without condition is grace — together, they are the soul’s greatest triumph. No map, no sign—just one quiet hero who gave shade without being asked.

True love is the quiet force that pulls two people forward — not into each other, but into a life they’re building together. Side by side, they built shade, not shadows.

Love is the quiet rebellion that unmakes walls, where surrender carves a path to the soul’s true call. In yielding, we rise; in breaking, we mend— a revolution that begins where fear ends.

Love didn’t find me; it was the breath in my bones before I knew how to live. Love didn’t arrive—it awakened.

Hope is the fire that burns without a flame — unseen, but it keeps the soul from turning to ash. No one saw the spark—but it saved everything.

The strongest men aren’t born—they’re built in darkness, shaped by failure, and crowned by the battles they refused to lose. It broke not to escape—but to return burning.

Once you reach the peak, you realize it wasn’t the height that mattered—it was the view of all that’s yet to come. It shattered the mural, bent reality, and kept rising.

You don’t need to be seen to be powerful; sometimes, the quietest storms leave the strongest marks. I never heard it coming—one minute, my room was fine; the next, the ocean was inside.

Love isn’t just in words; it’s in the way you listen to her thoughts, fuel her passions, shield her calm, and hold her heart with care. Like a soft dawn, her presence lights the world.

Don’t wait for the storm to pass—learn to dance in the rain with a new perspective. In the noise, courage finds its voice.

True love is a gift only those who’ve learned to cherish themselves can give—anything less is a borrowed feeling, destined to fade. Inner Glow Fuels Eternal Romance!

Where the soul dances with the senses, life becomes an endless symphony of feeling and knowing. Through the prism of light, the soul finds its voice.

Pain sculpts the artist’s soul, carving spaces where beauty blooms in unexpected forms. Out of the fire, art takes flight.

Sometimes, the rain feels like the only witness to our tears, washing away the parts we can't show the world. The rain offers no answers, only the space to feel.

Don’t wait for the world to pause for your pain—keep moving, keep growing, and make your own path, even when no one’s watching. No wall too high, no path too hidden.

Not everyone will get your story—but that’s okay. The best chapters are the ones you write for yourself. In every petal, a story only I understand.

Somewhere between holding on and letting go, we find that the pain is the only thing still holding us close to what we’ve lost. Caught between what was and what can never be again.

When you fight every battle, you forget the war you’re meant to win. Thoughts heavy, the world whispers—‘Pause and see.’