A house doesn't become a home until love moves in.

— Faraaz Kazi

A lie that could help someone focus on his life was better than a hundred simple truths.

— Faraaz Kazi

All the good times evaporated like naphtha, the moment some air of misconceptions touched it.

— Faraaz Kazi

All they do is warm their seats for their long tenures and eventually even their seats get dilapidated with the amount of money they hog in illegally and the only way it comes out is by tilting their huge pot-bellied frames to one side and emitting poisonous gases that not only depreciate their beloved seats but also the nation as a whole, and then they shout ‘Global Warming.’ Hallelujah!

— Faraaz Kazi

A minute teaches me sixty different ways to think about you.

— Faraaz Kazi

As he turns around and her eyes meet his, she lets go off the breath that she had been holding back. All the words she had practiced to say when the moment arrived, dissolve at the tip of her tongue. All the things she wanted him to know escape her in the thick blanket of nostalgia that wraps itself around her.

— Faraaz Kazi

A smile doesn't always stand for a perfect life.

— Faraaz Kazi

Beauty is the only human aspect which cannot be captured on any canvas howsoever hard an artist tries. At the most, the undaunted artist can replicate the beauty on paper but what is a replica in comparison to the original! The humbling resemblance can only be respected, not truly adored. Beauty cannot be imprisoned in the lens of a camera. The images of beauty are a moment of its essence. Beauty cannot be displayed to evoke pleasure for all on a cinema screen. Those are just its imprints, mere illusions of its existence. Beauty cannot be described by words; it cannot be written or read about. There are no suitable words in all the languages of the world, ancient or modern to hold it between a paper and a pen or a script and an eye. Beauty can only be experienced from far, its delightful aroma can only be tasted through one’s eyes and its pleasurable sight can only be felt from the soul. Beauty can only be best described at its origin through a befuddling silence, the kind that leaves one almost on the verge of a pleasurable death, just because one chooses beauty over life. There is nothing in this world to hold something so pure, so divine except a loving heart. And it is the only manner through which love recognizes love; the language of love has no alphabet, no words.

— Faraaz Kazi

Beneath her curls, I forget the world, With a mere gaze she raises my hopes of gold. Love is as much in her heart as in mine, But she doesn’t say it, her punishment so divine.

— Faraaz Kazi

But a cock does not enter a hen… it enters a…meow-meow!

— Faraaz Kazi