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Akshay Vasu Biography

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“I still remember the first day I met her. She was drunk with love and drenched in pain. The moment I hugged her I said myself, I shall heal her completely someday. But in the process of searching her, it was she who found me. And it was she who healed me.”

“Every time she was broken, she had to grow again a bit more to join back her broken pieces. In the end, what entered her life exactly fitted into the space that was created because of all her growth and healing till now. She didn't understand whether what she received came to her because she had created the space that was exactly necessary for it. Or she created that space inside her because something in her always knew what would be arriving for her in her life. But in the end, everything made sense, and it was all worth it.”

“I began drowning that day, wishing for a hand from above that would pull me out of this ocean. But the hands came from beneath. Those hands pulled me to the middle of the ocean and ripped my chest apart. They replaced everything that existed in there so that I could breathe inside that ocean. So that I could survive. But soon, my prayers were answered. The hands began arriving from above, too, to pull me out. That's when I began cutting them down, one after the other. I began destroying the only thing I had prayed and wished for since that day.”

“And I sowed the seeds of elixir and poison next to each other. The plants that sprouted began entangling their roots and grew into gigantic trees. Each tree bore a different fruit, and each fruit tasted differently. What would happen to you when you consume that fruit that would differ every time, like its taste? Some have met death in the most beautiful ways, and some have become immortal in the most cursed ways that can exist. But above all, the one who died didn't really die. The ones who became immortals aren't really living.”

“To get out of that quicksand, she needed validation, and she sought it the most in the world than anything else. Every time someone she knew passed by and looked at her, she would say everything that led her to get stuck in that quicksand. And every time someone blamed her for getting stuck or would just pass away without acknowledging her story, the quicksand consumed her a bit more.”

“I still remember the day I felt heartbreak for real. It felt like I was alone in here, and every sound that I made echoed. Even my silence too. My home didn't feel like my home anymore. I had lost the sense of the beginning and the end. I wanted that feeling to end with the beginning of something beautiful, but it felt like the end of something beautiful and the beginning of something catastrophic. That day, I met my demons the way I had never met before, and I wished not to be in their presence again. But that was the day I realized that once you meet them, then there is no returning from there. I tried to escape things I didn't understand, forgetting that I can't escape from the things that I can't name. I wanted to ruin and destroy everything that made me feel that way, but I knew that those were the only things that were unimaginably beautiful and also mattered at that moment. That moment took my pieces away. The ones that I would never get back. The ones that would shake all my understanding of myself and my reality. That was the moment that changed me irreversibly.”

“It feels like someone tore away the other half of the book that I was reading. Probably, I might never get that other half again. I might spend my whole life trying to comprehend how this story would end. But while I hold this half, and read it, I end up seeing a different ending every time. While some of these are worse, and some are beautiful, they all manage to leave a void, which I'll never be able to explain with my mere words. Which makes me wish for that other half of the book even more.”

“In the fear of creating something normal, he stared at that blank canvas for a very long time with a brush in his hand. He waited until all the paint dried up, his heart didn't sing the songs anymore, the fire in his soul turned into ash, his flesh turned into bones and until his dreams and thoughts faded into the oblivion.”

“How beautiful it is to replace the world inside us with someone else’s reality. The way we allow someone to look into our deepest fears and desires, our treasured secrets, our worst nightmares and our most beautiful dreams, without any hesitations. The way we give away everything that could destroy us completely to our last bit, and tear us off into uncountable pieces. And yet we sit there, expecting them to carve the most beautiful memories of our life that we could carry to our graves.”

“We always become weaker when our soul gets into a stronger desire to own another. Like the way, our knees gets weaker when we see into their eyes. And the way, our hearts and minds defy every law of gravity and make us feel light and float into the infinity. The way, our soul bonds to theirs and becomes stronger. The way, their touch feels like thousands of stars bombarding together ripping us out of our senses and reality. Filling every void inside us, and how everything seems so right. Like a dream, that we never want to end. Like a dream, where we want to be lost forever and never want to find our way back home.”

“When you explain an art to someone, you destroy an imagination that was about to catapult in them, and you destroy a place which they were about to build in their mind. Let them see it through their heart without the bounds of time. Through many memories of their life and through the heart, mind, and eyes of their loved ones. Through a mind, that break the constraints of all their thoughts and through the pain, lies, and happiness that they hide inside them. Let them open their wings and get into the portals, which will take each one of them to very different places from the one that you exist.”

“She was an ocean full of storms and sailing in her would have made him lose his path forever. But he was not ready to give up without taking that risk. He set his sail and kept moving into the heart of the ocean until she calmed down. And once the storm was over all he saw was a place that no one could imagine and nobody had ever reached. And in the end the journey was worth it.”

“There is something about you that I may never be able to express in these mere words. But someday, when we are sitting beside a window, on a calm evening, in most beautiful silence, with you leaning back on my chest, inside my arms. A breeze shall carry a song which has every word I always wanted to say etched in it and touch you gently. And I shall hug you more tightly while you hear every single word, and I shall see every spell of mine turning you into beautiful magic.”

“I want to create a place for us, like a room. And I want to store everything that I come across as a memory of us, in there. Years after, someday I will take you there in the middle of the night. I want to see you at that moment. I want to watch you drowning in the memories helplessly, losing the bounds of time, getting weaker every second. And then I want to hold you in these arms in those moments of never-ending the silence. Where only our eyes speak, while we look at each other, like the dreams that we never want to stop seeing.”

“The monster inside him was finally silent. The sword in his hand spoke a thousand stories, while hundreds of voices screamed feebly through the blood dripping from it. The blade of the sword shined like an evening sky and sang a tale of the darkest revenge.”

“I will continue to exist in all these little moments. where we took the first dip of love and my heart skipped a beat. Our first walk, the first touch which burnt my soul, that first rain, the first kiss, the first comfortable silence between us. How many years may pass, Whenever I am sitting near the window and its raining or whenever I am sitting by a fireside and its cold, There will always be a piece of me which reminds me of you. It will stay in this moment forever.”

“At this moment, let our words not speak about the things our bare eyes see. Let's speak about everything that wouldn't make sense to anyone here apart from us. Don't judge anything that I utter. Hear me the way you close your eyes and hear that rain, that thunder, that sea, and everything that has ever made you feel something. You will find the real me in these words that I will utter now. And if your soul is in the same place that mine exists in, you will find sense in everything that I say. And my dear, every word of mine will sound like a poem to you. And in the end, I will take you to the place which your soul has either forgotten or has never visited.”

“That was the moment I became aware of all the pieces that I had lost, and yet that didn't bother me. At that moment, I existed inside the silence that was birthed in between the words, rather than in the words itself. In every breath I took, I was born. And in every breath I let out, I died. My soul hadn't suffered so beautifully ever before. But still, a part of it wanted all this to end, and the other part wished that it never stopped. The soul of mine, which has existed for billions of years, was trying to search all these experiences in all its previous existences, just to believe that this wasn't the first time it was feeling so many things. But all it was able to remember was now. This moment. It wished to carve this moment into it so that when it would come across this experience again, it would be able to remember it easily. But it was sure it had done the same before too, and it would continue to do the same again and again, forever.”