All the things I couldn't say, on that sleepless night we spent, just came pouring out this day, for my heart was to you, lent. We walked through the breezy wind, on the cold and sandy beach, you tried to hold my hand but I, being an idiot, pushed you away. I watched the moonlight glisten, … Continue reading Untold, told.
I didn't believe in magic workers, I didn't believe in miracles, I didn't have hope for the future, I felt I was in shackles. Love doesn't come easy to most, For love you guys seemed like a wonderful host. Love decided to stay with you, Love patched the differences you sew. Love grew within and around, Making … Continue reading Drifted for love.
I'd like to think a conversation is more of a story. A story in which we are the characters. A story which becomes another story. Conversations are people telling their stories. People keep telling their stories and people pretend to listen to these stories, but all they're doing is waiting for their turn to tell … Continue reading Why be the tellers when you can be makers?
A few days back, me and my aunt were driving home after a long day of shopping. There was an old man riding with his wife right next to us. They were elegantly dressed. Seemed as if they were returning from a gathering of some sort. The old man was wearing a navy blue safari … Continue reading Westernize actions too!
What is it , the thing i see? It stole me at a glance, what could it be? Shining in the darkness up so far, I think its my dreamy night sky star. The star i waited for all day long, for he invigorates my gloomy song, I depend on my dreamy star so … Continue reading Of Deceiving Lights
Like the rays of the sun shine on the ocean waves, and a drop of the morning dew glistens on the leaf's base You bring new glow to my life, You are my sun and you shine so bright. You shine so bright with love for me, You shine so bright, your love blinds … Continue reading Object of My Illumination
The sky , the hill, the rocks, the meadow, might be perfection to a some Jane doe. But how could i write about meadows and rocks and Jane doe's sight of mere perfection, when you are here with your charm and talks and lots of care and tons of affection. The touch, the kiss, the … Continue reading My Perfection was YOU