Him: Hold my hand ;I’ll take you to the stars.
Her: But my hands are full ; holding myself together.
Him: Hold my hand ;I’ll take you to the stars.
Her: But my hands are full ; holding myself together.
Just like the two sides of a coin, life is basically a unpredictable bittersweet journey…..This ambivalence has more of bitter tastes . These hard phases seem less difficult with someone to have your back on . Finding some genuine people has become so tedious in this generation .
A beautiful and unconditional partner is not perfect and don’t want you to be perfect either . The right one will love your mess and will try to turn your insecurities into perfections. The one who makes you strong and life seems less difficult with them. Love does not only means a physical intimate bond , true intimacy is that when someone understands your unsaid thoughts . A listener , who is there for you. A true relationship is about love , trust , communication, respect, support and understanding through all ups and downs. The slow , uncomplicated , unconditional love where intimacy of eye contacts is more than anything else .This is the kind of love you deserve . The one who understands you without saying anything because they know you well . The love where everything is more than just physical attraction.You deserve someone who is sure of you , that you are very sure of .The love when you wait for each other to be perfect until and unless you both are ready to unleash the world.
Fresh memories you make each day,
Deep down you travel thee way,
My love you made me smile
Wen each morning cup of tea occur by my side,
Dressing up is never boring wen u stand by and admire
Colors though not my game as court is always my way
But you being in town gives new colors to air
My black turns to yellow and white becomes the blue
I fly high and deep to get amalgamate as rainbow,
Your look adds charm of red to my cheeks,
And your touch makes me spark to glitter gold,
I wish moments to hold a while before clock hit the time and say goodbye…
P.S: love never dies rather it grow old with days, months and years, but it’s not always there that we make journey stories with the one we started with. Rather, we fall torn in between sometimes. This doesn’t end the way to us because pyaar se hum jitna bhaagte hai who hume uthna hi sochne par majbhur karta hai, isliye pyar ke jaane par pyaar karna na bhool apitu dubara pyaar kar kyuki “CHILL MAAR” kehna hi kaafi nai …chill hona bhi hota hai.
As wisely said:
“THE ONLY WAY TO ESCAPE LOVE IS TO FALL IN IT AGAIN.”
The gloomy way we talked over,
Things were tore apart,
I hold the words as never did before,
Might be I don’t want to untie the tags we made around,
You came into dark world when fling of my heart was around,
Wrapping the flings, with sowing of different reasons to grin,
A word or phrase was never my part but the pitch that took me apart,
Sunday evening were unsay,
Wen grin turned to gloom way,
O thee man, your silence is my pain
Blues of Monday were glimmy in all vain,
Our togetherness in tandem is a sweet harmony,
Upon the monotony of nights
I sit and watch for clock to hit sharp,
Knowing morning is far
A bit flying to see you another time,
A bit left reading what you said the last…