A house doesn't become a home until love moves in.
I want to be the 'WHY' behind your happiness.
What was he? A mere human, stuck between the rungs of blended adolescence and nascent adulthood. What power did he command over the mysterious forces of love? Which sword could shatter the impenetrabl...
Despite wearing a Rolex, I have no time.
It was going to be a long, dark night but not quite as dark as it was in the abyss of his heart where there was nothing but hollowness, yet it felt heavy, almost as if someone still resided there.
Night is when the whispers of the past become the echoes of the present.
But when nothing in your life happens in a positive frame, it is difficult to think positively and hope for the best.
The most difficult aspect of moving on is accepting that the other person already did.
She walked away too far for me to call... and for her to hear my voice.
A smile doesn't always stand for a perfect life.
She turned around to look at me with her enchanting gaze that further pierced my heart; a look I would never forget and I would retain till perpetuity and think of it always whenever she came to my mi...
How could he maintain the apology in his eyes without getting carried away by her cherubic innocence?
He had never smoked but then had he ever loved? Life made him love and love made him smoke.
His mind scolded him for his stupidity and urged him to forget her but his heart had no justifications for its stand. It remained unmoved, its solidarity unaffected, its arrogance still holding.
How strange it is that the house of these hedonic stalwarts is filled with all the luxuries of life, right from plasma televisions to Swiss bank cheque books. So how will they notice the tonnes of foo...
The skies bend, the time stops, the lanes move and the fires dance,It can mean only one thing that I am with you.You are enigmatic yet so beautiful that I have lost my sense, You are as immaculate as...
What kind of songs do you like? she asked."The ones that remind me of you," I said.
I wanted to wash away our past misgivings in those tears that would run from our eyes and weave a new start by folding her in my arms.I wanted to, but I did not!
Grief embraced him and welcomed him back, showering tears upon his arrival.
In that one moment, I wrapped a thousand others. A lifetime of joy, sorrow, laughter, frowns, smiles, tears... life!
