Aasaan hai mohobbat ki kashti me sawar hona....
or mushkil hai isko chalana....
Log kar to lete hai mohobbat..
par aksar bhool jatay hai usko nibhana....
You My Love,
Glow in Me,
like a lighthouse wick, in raging tsunamis......
The sombre sky of this languid evening was very much different today, perhaps because I didn't have to ache my neck and crane it upwards to look at it but instead, I just had to gaze down to see the clouds floating like damp cotton balls, as if they seized some pain inside them, collecting miseries of souls above whom they hovered. 35,000 feet above the ground , high above; amidst these clouds of sorrows, I stared out of the tiny window into oblivion to see the horizon painted in different shades of soothing fire of passion. Of compassionate love. Of shades of red, orange and yellow.
A flock of birds flew by as if to peck the floating yet stagnant clouds to mould them into messages for a lo...
I've seen you just once, for moments that can't be counted. Because in just a moment, you gave me something to remember for a lifetime. You gave me your remembrance. I don't know who you are. I don't know where you're from. But I know wherever you are, you're still as beautiful as you were the day I saw you.
The sun reflected off your vibtant skin. Your hair shining in shades of gold due to the reflection. Your eyes captivated me like they had a universe inisde them. And for a moment, just a split second, I was there in that universe when you looked at me. For a moment, I was lost in those eyes.
I'm just sitting here, I don't know how many miles away from you I am, but I'm still t...
The glorious heart crying,
To the melodies of pain.
Fire dripping from the soul,
To make you cringe in vain.
Scorching desires within,
Chasing the sins,
Of past present and future.
Lying beneath the untamed fire,
The raging storm all around,
Witnessing the intimacy,
Of the souls crashing against each other.
The big heart will die,
And move to oblivion,
For it has nothing to do,
With the sacred sayings;
That love will last for now,
Or till forever!
Shooting stars set fire to the night sky
And a wish is ignited
Open up and let go
Allow the universe to listen
For only the best dreams find their way to wandering minds.
You've taught me the courage of the moon and the strength of the sun. No matter what you say without you I'd never have been half of the man that I am today.
You loved me when I hated myself. You laughed with me and sometimes at me, and you've kept on loving me when I was gone. Undeniably you're my biggest fan and that's fine because you're my hero.
I would need to create a whole new language to honor you and to express my gratitude.
You are my first best friend, my favorite enemy and the most valuable teacher. Father, thank you. One million times Thank You.
We thanks to them more
to whom we love more,
but we forget to thank them
Who love us more as to
whom we love more,
but we doesn't express,
It's the right time,
You know and I know of
whom I'm talking about,
they are from the
beginning of our life
(they gave us this life) and
going to be always with us, so now I,
you and we need to thank them by telling
them and showing them
"we thanks to them
more to we love more"
To our parents,
on this father's day
I have a request, it is for me and from me
to all my friends, to go and thank your
father and wish him happy father's day,
He is the man who hides everything within
to show us that everything is fine,
He is the man who work...
In collaboration with Vidya PO#630822
Honey your soft skin
I wonder where have you been?
You mesmerize; you hypnotize
Moments with you looks enticed!
You & Me, let's add up some spice
Hold your breathe, close your eyes
Will give you a pleasant surprise...
I lean in a little, diving in your deep eyes
Entangled in it, my emotions can't hide
Holding you, my heart is gushing
When you shy I love that blushing
Embracing your touch...
Forgetting all the petty lies.
Your warmth entices my heart & everything looks so fine...
As I wrestle your tongue down with mine.
Nothing at this moment is verbal
The love we have is eternal.
Also, thank you Vidya for the help. The efforts you...
Darna Mana Hai(Don't be afraid).. 👿
This is a real story of my paying guest(Rahul)..
That was a full moon night with a rainy climate, and Rahul stayed alone in his room.The time was about 1:00am(night) and suddenly light had gone. He awaked for a pee and when he went out of his room , there was darkness everywhere, not a single light bulb was lighting.
He just turned on his mobile torch and went for toilet , when he had done. He opened the door and saw a man is moving in the balcony who had no Head.That man without head had a fire in his hand and he was slowly moving here and there in the balcony. Once he saw that thing he just ran away to his room and quickly locked the door and he started ...
Enjoy nature to its fullest!
Life isn’t always easy ... BUT if you sometimes spoil yourself with things that make you HAPPY ... you will SMILE even in your chaotic days.
The best music isn’t always the one playing in the charts, it is the one when you lay under a tree and you look up the sky, while hearing the birds singing and the wind blowing. Those random little things in life are the best ones!
What is LOVE?
Love has many faces..
Love b/w Mom and son..
Love b/w Brother and sister.. and many others..
But I am talking about the Love for the person who was initially a stranger in your life and now he/she is your life.
How interesting it is.. We all love to the person whom we do not know before but after that the person becomes everything for us...
His habbits become your habbits.. his favorites are now your favorites..
His likes now your likes and his dislikes also become your dislikes..
Even in true love we sometime adopt his/her bad habbits also..
Love is a beautiful feeling of life....
Love is like a lotus in a mud pond....
Love makes people alive and also makes the...
Thought of the day
She once had a time where she was just living life with no aim she just did things because it had to be done .... then she randomly knew someone who spread something that she still cannot explain... something good though, something really good so she started to smile for the little things in life... (like being blessed to eat her favorite potatoes or pasta) she realized that being special was actually quite amazing. And she is thankful for that.
What do you seek in the mirror?
In the stagnant water of the pond when you look at it?
What do you seek in the reflection?
It's you staring back into your demonic eyes,
That will open up into your angelic soul.
And confront you with the little flower of life that awaits it's continuum to eternity,
Once swayed by the breezes of love.
Make it easy for me
Let me die in this ecstacy of being a muse
To a poet kissing my wounds
With adjectives that I would never use
To address myself in a million years
Let me breathe in the metaphors you use
To describe the hope that clothes my naked sins and
The pain in the mouths of the daisies
That achingly bloom in my curls tonight
Stop killing me with those
Verses that you write for me everyday
Your love scares me
And even if I try
I can't match the depth of the ocean in your eyes
I, fairly new to this platform, while going through some of the letter prompts was struck by one in particular.
That being "Why I write?"
Now, I am not a writer either by profession, or passion, for I do not believe I was carved out for this.
But then, there are a few out there who, just like me, believe in the Wordsworthian, or the Romantic ideology of a piece of writing being an overflow of expression, emotions recalled in tranquility, and thus, no human has to be a writer to write, for it is a mere expression of our emotions, which we should let flow freely.
Thereby, taking refuge in this approach which left a mark on me the very first time I read about it back in c...
Hunt me down if you can
I am a prey in waiting
I will look into your eyes
And smile like I always do
I will give in
I will surrender
The whiskey absolves you
Each time I raise an objection
The moment was quick, but the memories worth a lifetime. The taste of desire on her lips. The temporary bliss of her touch pulling me in. And the sounds of her needs echoing through the night.
To certain level,
we all are same,
We all have heart that suffer,
We all have mind with clutter,
We all have turmoils to conquer,
We all have questions to resolve,
We all have problems to face,
We all have to issues to address,
We all have dark side to tackle,
We all have anguish to feel,
We all have reason to cry,
But at the same time,
We all have potential to fight.
And ability to shine.