I don’t need to look for you anymore, coz i feel you in my every breath, every waft of air, every thought
In days you make me cry, at nights you make me smile in my dreams.
I have dived too deep in your love that nothing ng xan separate me from you, altough I’m no more a part of you but you are in every second of me.
Those arts are admired which come from the vent of a broken heart like a lava from inside of a volcano…
Always follow the voice of your conscience because it is the words of the god, given that, you believe that he resides in in your heart….
Love is about extremities, if reciprocated, a heavenly bliss , if spurned, abysmal depth of hell…
I realized, only after meeting you, that Love has got the sweetest taste and infidelity , the bitterest….
Heart ,softened by the ointment of Love,
Dagger of memories is working just fabulous on it.
Beautiful love of yore is
Distorting the heart at present,
Past, Once so glorifying, is
Souring the existence now,
With yearning for completeness,
Heaviness of emptiness,
Silence on surface, and a
Running away from the memories, and
Craving for actress of it,
Like a desert waiting for rain.
Loving you was like travelling to hell, whose path passed through heaven for a while …