Love what a magical word.. When comes in mind it changes everyone’s world. Sometimes i wonder why we say it magical May be its the power which make it mystical Its the supremacy that make anyone perceive That he can do any thing for whom he believe
Its the love that father work hard in depth And nurture his family until his last breath
Its the power that a mother makes best of circumstances No matter what would be the consequences
Its love that when a girl see at sky staring infinite stars She would think of him no matters how far they are
Its love that a brother always ready to fight for his sis Doesn’t matter how frail he is.
Yes i think that’s why we call it magical Coz in world full of self -centred individual There is some one, some where who just think about you..!!! Like life is so simple
A philosophical question for anyone who has an idea. Imagine my hands are a set of scales. In my right hand I hold this crazy little thing called love. You can choose anything you want to place in my left
True love is something so elusive. True love between two people is the most precious of gifts, Falling in love is not just an expression. Love is a powerful force that cannot be dissuaded. Love requires a lot of faith.
The very essence of love is uncertain, A relentless thumping of the heart. I must speak to you by such means as they are within my reach. He pierces my soul driving me into madness. I am half agony, half
She was a traveling soul. The galaxy resting above her nose. I’d sit & stare. Wondering where the stars would go next. Both young & in love I let go. Tracing together swirls of color. The planets all together aligned.