He touched her
And then the night
itself was a river
How strange this love can be
They have never kept me in this prison
But still I wasn’t strong enough to get out of that cage ever
I gave my hope a voice
And See what it brought back
That smile of mine’s which I lost a long ago..
If there’s journey written in my destiny, then why should I stop anyplace
I’ve left the shores and come here, let me flow as much as I can
I think our identity plays different roles in different people’s life.
What or who I am in your life isn’t my reality it’s something you might need.
Need right! ?
Maybe that’s because all of our interactions and relations are build on need.
If I wish to see others the way they are, I guess I need to know who I am, why I am and what I am..
Same if you wish to see me.. as I am..
Forget about me, I am fine!
But the ones on which we walked on together;
Those roads have started dying..
We don't want to hear this but maybe the person we want the most is the person we are better off without..
# just saying
I have loved someone who didn't love me
I have been loved by someone whom I didn't love..
Who gives a fuck about your first love. Give a big applause for your second love, because they taught you love still exists after you thought it never could again..
Love is not a sprint,
It's a marathon,
a relentless pursuit
that only ends
when the person
falls into your arms..
When someone tells a happy tale,
my heart says, I'd listen too,
If there are pearls in the tears,
my heart says, I'd pick too,
Let the arms be of the heart,
Let me walk in those arms..
Let there be a dark night,
along with silence
let there be conversations between us
When there's no sleep,
fade your sadness away
In the blanket of thoughts,
let there be a night of just us..
There will never be an answer to heartbreak. Except for the fact that somewhere deep inside, you always got to hug your own self.
I fell in love
The way you fall asleep
And then all at once..
No matter what you do the whole day
It's the night which defines your inner peace. .
People burn lamps of oil
I burnt the lamp of my heart
People swear of loyality
I swallowed the poison itself..
Let's play the game of love
this game is very old
Either i'm yours or you are mine
die on your threshold..
People lose their heart in love
I lost myself
Still my charming love
liked my extinction..
The heart listens to itself
But doesn't heed to the person
whom it belongs to
And Inside it creates
a dream world of its own...
I still believe there is a right time for everything,