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...
A house doesn't become a home until love moves in.
The most difficult aspect of moving on is accepting that the other person already did.
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.
She walked away too far for me to call... and for her to hear my voice.
Despite wearing a Rolex, I have no time.
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.
Grief embraced him and welcomed him back, showering tears upon his arrival.
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.
In that one moment, I wrapped a thousand others. A lifetime of joy, sorrow, laughter, frowns, smiles, tears... life!
Lie beside me, oh my beloved! For thy thorns are more pleasurable than the petals of the world.Hold me in thy arms of hope, for the truth of separation can rest tonight.
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...
What kind of songs do you like? she asked."The ones that remind me of you," I said.
I want to be the 'WHY' behind your happiness.
I could take back those moments that snatched you away from me or maybe just wipe away those ten minutes when you came to me for the first time and I looked into your eyes to realise what love is.
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!
Never carry the baggage of your past relationships on the honeymoon of your future relationships.