qasim chauhan

anything that forces you to be 'not you' is a cage — qasim chauhan

i love listening about love and witnessing its infinite power and beauty

i dream of us so often

please hold me tight i am missing your warmth

i dream of us and with a shy sorrow smile i pray for us — qasim chauhan

there are moments when time stops and one desires it to last for eternity. to dissolve, drown and filled with the love. each moment with you is like a sunset and sunrise altogether. your voice enriching my heart, and giving my existence beautiful meaning. — qasim chauhan

hopeless romantic in a cruel world save me, my love from this endless pain

wish for once to feel not anxious about body weight, and feel guilty to exist and simply eat, and be, uhh how treasure that feeling must be

i pray for you secretly, my love

have i told you today you look absolutely gorgeous and i am in love all over again my love

waking up next to you, and making something before you wake up, ah that is heartwarming life i dream

hold tight, we will be through this together

that 'grow together' type love

note to self: you are so precious. i know you have doubts and failures but isn't that just the part of life. cry if you feel, but don't let these tears feel you any weaker. you are stronger than you think. take care of yourself please

hey you, yes you, please do take care of your body as well as your mind. sleep well. eat healthy. forgive others and yourself. be kind and loving. love. laugh. live life abundantly.

note to self: give yourself some credit for how far your have come, and how much hard work you did despite all those hurdles. take a deep breathe and appreciate where you are. you'll reach at your dreams too.

in the end, i want you, i want us. together. forever. — prayer, qasim chauhan

note to self: try to use all this pain and turn it into something which your dreams are made of. you're powerful more than you think. your emotions are precious, listen yourself. — qasim chauhan

your memories never stopped blooming flowers and giving me the fragrance of love — qasim chauhan

not all violence is seen. not all damage is physical. not all screams are heard. there is so much pain which often not heard by the people who give us pain and maybe that is the part of life or the transformation. may you have enough strength to speak up and heal — qasim chauhan

would you hold me tight please i am falling apart — fall, qasim chauhan