We all seek that somewhere to which we belong and that somewhere is surely not here!
Not all doors open in the same direction and with the same effort!
It was in the horizon of existence, that the Big Bang must have created our souls, we loved each other like the plane of time doesn't hold a fleck of control over us.
Dear 2016,If I had any defeats in your team, I am glad they were on my terms.Love, Defeated Winner
Dear 2016,If I has any defeats in your term, I am glad they were on my terms!Best,The Defeated Winner
Best of stories are created at Airports, Dinner Tables and Showers!
In this,journey,of reaching,to myself,I have had,many a,thoroughfares,goodbye affairs,reality checks,and,lovely overwhelms.
This life is quite a rave- few heartaches, some long waits, altering faiths & breaking cliches!
Takes birth in me,also, dies in debris.I am a Potpourri.A mix of dead petals,effusing divine fragrance.Walking on the journey,of controversy.I am a Potpourri.
The sand in the hour glass isn't meant to stick together. It will flow exactly same today, how it did ten years back. That's how much reliable that stuff is. The stuff that can be consistent.
I love Pizza thicker, when the crust is thinner!
This world isn't a battlefield. Someday you will realise how your success depends on a bunch of other people and that day you will be wiser. You will know how connected we all are. Either we all make...
I'll keep looking- till that watery reflection of mine in your eye, rolls down as a tear. I'll keep looking till we finally look away like our lives never met. Let's cheat destiny as if we never knew...
So it became,the law of universe,to have the,profoundest,of the words,cloaked in the,darkest of the masks.
Love makes you do,the best of things.Love makes you do, the worst of things,It's a feeling extreme,that doesn't exist in between.
Dear Waves,You have been restless all your life? Or maybe uneasy? I don't know quite. Oscillating between faiths, swinging between shores!Yet when we sit next to you on those sands, do you never feel...
In the fall of leaves,In the hustle of breeze,In the curve of streams, I foresee,Nature keeps more concealed,Than it lets us peep!
What are you staring at?""Rain drops on window glass is a sort of love-bite, is it not?
Something inside me stops the moment I see a mighty mountain.
He is deaf, and keen to accept,any economical operation,that will correct his situation.He visited the doctor best,and started talking on subject,like the after-effects, and if any threats.The doctor...