M.F. Moonzajer

Smoke your pain but keep the ashes forever.

I have been your draft for my whole life, let me in or discard me forever.

To become a filthy rich, first you need to be filthy.

When there is not a single special person in your life, you have so many special things for saying, and when you have so many special people, you cannot even find one special word for them.

Realism arises from the maturity of the minds, while Idealism arises from their conformity.

The kind of love bounded by the sympathy will break down by arrogance.

There will always be a moment to feel sorry for the mistakes, but indeed it is not today.

Imagine for a moment that life has given you everything you dream about, but you won__ be happy, because happiness comes when you pursue your dreams, otherwise it is not your dream, but charity.

I grow up relying upon on my own shoulders even from the moment they were too weak to hold me back, but I knew it is the only to become a tough guy.

If we marry we stay too poor to educate, and when we educate, it would be too late to enjoy the life.

The most emotional cost in life is to love someone who does not care.

Beauty is what we have seen and what we are going to see in the future. It is the totality of physical, emotional and biological structures we have created within generations intentionally or unintentionally for our enjoyment and satisfaction. We consider ourselves beautiful, because we have seen it and imagine for thousands of years. If we had five feet, nine eyes and twenty fingers we still were beautiful.

A wounded lover is more dangerous than a coward army.

I am not your lover, but a victim of your beauty.

Climbing towards fame, recognition and popularity is very much pleasant; but all its sweetness does not count even for a day of going down.

Gandhi sacrificed India for his own fame and recognition. Without Gandhi, there would have been a different India; a very masculine one.

You have broken my heartI am a little kid,I cannot stop cryingI hit my feet to the ground and my hands to my headLike a flyI cannot get up from the sticky groundI cannot talk about youBecause it hurtsI feel the pain inside my bonesI cannot forget youThe reality has become dream and dream has become nightmareThese are my tearsThey are not my sweatsI have not pissed on myselfEvery drop carries pain and regretThey are all because of you,You broke my virgin heart and poor soul,I thought we belonged with each otherWe shared dreams and wishesWe shared love and devotionI did not know they were all lies,If I knew you were leaving me one day, I would have loved you more than I didMaybe it would have changed your mindBecause I still love you

The most unbearable moments, seeing your dear one crying and you cannot hold her because it is not allowed.