|Seldom a thinker. As Love speaks for itself. No thoughts required. Feelings acquire the pages...|
'Can I love you more than this?',
I thought as I looked at you.
This life or another.
I know it'll never be enough.
Treat yourself the way you want to be treated by others.
No one can sketch your life better than you.
How difficult is it to understand that you make your own destiny?
And no one can define you better than you?
"Girls are sins,they should be killed before they are born."
I did listen to this from men somewhere.
But,how can a woman being a girl herself talk of killing her child before even she is born?
Mentalities they say.
Women are far superior than men I agree today.
Even one woman's thinking can change the whole scenario I can see.
I hope there will be a change in this someday.
"When will you write your first piece?" They often asked.
"The day my paintings won't be enough to describe my thoughts." I replied with a smile and turned away.
When did I last see you?
To me this feeling so very new,
Leaves me frightened, sometimes scared..
Loving you and setting my heart free,
Again is not something I'll again ever dare..
Love can be fulfilling,
Love can thrill,
But can it make you so weak?
Weak enough to set yourself against your will?
Little do you know,
How it breaks me to see you look away,
Little do you know how far I go to bring you to me...
To set every time a new,another way...
Can we not love together?
Can for once, will you look into my eye's?
Little did I know, love was not all about loving alone,
But loving with a little sacrifice...
He stayed up all night to make her leave protected while she slept.
She left him the day she felt he was just a father and love was her life that she couldn't live without.
Sometimes I wonder.
Why can't I be loved by his family too?
Like mine would have loved him, if they knew him?
Is the term daughter and daughter-in-law so different just in its spelling or also in the feelings it contains in people's hearts?
It is so beautiful to see the clouds burst selflessly to water the needs of those below it.
Selflessly loving you without thinking of the thunder it goes through inside..
You are the kind of best friend i searched for in those who betrayed me.
You are the kind of best friend i wanted. Only here i found it in my boyfriend.
It's weird. How some nights make you feel close to him.
While some make you think over the what if's in your life. How one second you feel the power your love has while the other second, you fear the power that you might lose. Can love lose its power? Power of loving and being loved?