I wanted to write this last night but could not get enough time. Anyways, I am just so glad for this day. You know it why. It has been a year since we met. And in this one year, every moment has been precious to me. Like every breathe I take for my .
She could make a smile, Like never seen before, And give a blow, To my tempest soul, A pretty heart with a pretty face, I haven’t seen with such a grace, Like the sunset I love to see, Or your radiant face like a golden sea, Not another meek I will meet around, Eyes speaking .
You know writing gives me a lot of satisfaction. I feel “yes-that’s-me” factor whenever I feel coloring this canvas with colors. This canvas defines me. It reveals what’s going at the back of my mind. At least sometimes. My friend “Mr. Rancorous” says that he never felt intense love in my words. Nice .
Hey! You there! ignore the previous post. I do often get insane and write something gibberish. After all canvas of wish is all about what wish is going through. Let me introduce to this person around me. I call her “mamma”. Yes! She is my “another mother”. And my world revolves her boyfriend, .
Yes. I am talking to you. I don’t like it when you carry this gloomy face all around. Perhaps no one would like that pretty face of yours without a smile. I wish I was there around you, pull off your cheeks and tell you “idiot! I don’t like you being so low” .
Million faces, million dreams and million eyes. Oh yes! Eyes! Well beautiful eyes catch my attention. Let’s make it simple. I don’t find people who are passionate, awesome, sweet, caring, lovable and taking a place in my life. But when I find them, I make sure that they are made believe that they .
The time was lucky as I had thee, Just you and me in this rainy breeze, With the drop of rain pouring down your neck, Your clothes wrapped around with all wet, I thank love god that we met, ‘it’s too cold out here! Let’s take a shade’ you said clutching my hand tighter, And .
“You aren’t crazy VT pooh. There is so much of fun missing from your life”, she said. “I used to be crazy, but I don’t feel like being that anymore. Life has been stressful. Work has taken priority. I have restricted myself to a bunch of countable people, which was used to be a .
He picked his pen with no clue of words, The words had fire, that could burn the hell, Oh hell! Don’t remember what he wrote, He wrote not for the others to see from the world, The world raised their hands for him to see, See the sun with words engraved, Engraved among the .
She is new to the world unknown, Lost her trail in her love’s hope, She met along the way to me, Like a beautiful bird in search of breeze, She could fly along the wind dazzle, The gorgeous one in clouds’ castle, Oh yes gorgeous girl smile for realm, Oh thee lady live world .