Walking by the path, walking by the street I met many people who told me I was sweet. They walked with me a few miles, praising me all the day, We walked through the woods and fields green, talking all
November 9, a stroke again in her life, The broken phone lying near the bed, her eyes filled with tears, a blade in her left hand and bleeding fingers of her right hand, all spoke the same story of betrayal.
Have you ever thought, what Life is all about? Going through the sacred books and various philosophical tales, Here is the conclusion I drew: Life is all about taking risks, Life is all about joining dots, Completion of one task
A bond unbroken, A promise so strong, Tested several times, but still it exists fighting all the odds. Grew up as classmates sharing each other’s part, Laughing and giggling we spent our days together, Unnecessary fights, continuous leg pulling, arguments,
How mesmerising it is to have you infront of me, How loving it feels when you play with my hair, There is nothing more addictive than your caring embrace, There is no other fragrance better than yours that I wear.
It rained heavily last night, And the pillow got wet, A sleepless night, a painful night. Don’t you see! Her scars and her swollen eyes, Happiness turned into remorse, And the stream of enthusiasm changed its course. Just one moment,