His eyes were the same colour as the sea in a postcard someone sends you when they love you, but not enough to stay.
The moment you realize your eyes hurt not because of rubbing them,
but because of the tears you wasted,
Falling asleep while the rain is clashing
down on the window
is nature’s best lullaby.
People often look at the
size of your smile
And do not explore the
Size of your Heart.
Loving him was not MY choice at first;
Now hating him is what I would never consider.
And this is how destiny plays!
Dear Priya ,
I read all your letters. They are just amazing. You write like the way magic happens on the desk. Thank you for sharing.
He- A year changed you a lot!
Me- A day changed me enough
The day you looked at me, like I don't exist!
My love for you
On every rooftop
I can find,
This heart of mine
contains such enormous
“There are some feelings you will
Never find words for; you will
Learn to name them after the ones
Who gave them to you.”
Dear Priya ,
It was a normal Saturday evening, and I found you on the 'love-sharing' platform.
Just half an hour ago, I wrote a post on how unexpected pleasant things can happen in your life.
And just in span of 30 minutes, it happened with me. I found you. ☺️
Cheers to your passion! Cheers to many years of our friendship!
Truth is every now and then
I think about you.
Hopelessly and silently
Awaiting your return.
"You are the most beautiful kind of Art. "
'Profound, Mysterious and Enchanting.
But most of all, you're Timeless.'
His Heart was made of
Constellations that were yet to
Yet to be understood.
Your words will die as soon, you are done speaking.
My words will turn immortal, as soon I am done writing.
Somehow, you draw me in. You form the lines that shape my boundaries of my Heart. You define what love means to me every single day, and you colour it with different shades- It brightens when you smile, it darkens when you tear.And each time I look into your infinite eyes, I can't help but know that I am, deeply, in love.
~For you are the Art of my Heart.
"I don't know what I'm
more afraid of:
To see you again or
to never see you again."
I want nothing more
than to hear you say
I Love You.
And I want nothing more
than to know
that you mean it.
All these romances,
All these letters
Tucked inside envelopes
And cut upon pages.
All these stories
Whispered to oblivion
And the unmistakable growl
All these beautiful words
Existing for but one purpose-
And remarkable truth :
YOU ARE LOVED.
It rained here all day
And I couldn't get you
Off my mind.
I don't remember
The last time Monsoon
lasted this long.
Do you know what's the limit of love?
When found, it's desire.
Attraction which becomes a bond,
a bond which takes the form of love.
Love whose foundation is trust,
trust which is the biggest form of worship,
And passion/madness which is capable of killing you.
If it makes you feel broken
In anyway, you need to end
It before it ends you.