“The silence before the strike, the noise that follows afterwards, when life and death become alike, a hero is born amongst cowards.” — Harpreet Singh Nanda Copy Share Image
“The ashes of my fathers, wrote me a destiny, but my existence in pothers, that destiny questions my identity, lost in an ocean of significant others, my mind's plagued with perplexity, and though life has my soul caught up in… — Harpreet Singh Nanda Copy Share Image
“My words don't add meaning to your beauty, your beauty adds meaning to my words.” — Harpreet Singh Nanda Copy Share Image
“Forgotten by one you couldn't forget, when destiny gives up but the soul wet, when memories without become a threat, the heart beats the… — Harpreet Singh Nanda Copy Share Image
“The silence before the strike, the noise that follows afterwards, when life and death become alike, a hero is born amongst cowards.” — Harpreet Singh Nanda Copy Share Image
“The ashes of my fathers, wrote me a destiny, but my existence in pothers, that destiny questions my identity, lost in an ocean of… — Harpreet Singh Nanda Copy Share Image
“God knew his blood needed to be human, to create his man so earthly woven, so he made a blood so different it stayed,… — Harpreet Singh Nanda Copy Share Image
“Throw me a trial, throw me a brick, it may take me a while, but it'll do the trick, there's never a denial, I… — Harpreet Singh Nanda Copy Share Image
“There will be no wrinkles after today, because there will be no tomorrow, hope lives in a picture perfect day, with a whole lifetime… — Harpreet Singh Nanda Copy Share Image
“To think of love is another way to lie, the slave would listen to and abide, to fall in love is another way to… — Harpreet Singh Nanda Copy Share Image
“I wish I had an angel of love, whom I could bring a night so bright, that if God even comes down from heaven… — Harpreet Singh Nanda Copy Share Image
“I write these words to leave behind, a part of me that I could find, when time and its ways become unkind, this blind… — Harpreet Singh Nanda Copy Share Image
“Once upon a time there was a little king, whose dreams always brought him new wings, but his fate never knew what he could… — Harpreet Singh Nanda Copy Share Image
