Hello! I am a simple person who wants to become wise and loves the nature. 🌏❤
Come to me (1).
Come to me.
Undercover, the silent lover,
Resting on a cot, looks up at the moon.
I will not let my love hurt you more.
I will keep it within me forever.
Came as a frightening lightning,
Left me brightening, brightening.
You probably were the best
Thing to happen to me.
Going nowhere else
Leaving this love enlightening
Because I still crave that
Lovely smile again.
Will you come here,
And stand by me?
Understanding me, look into my eyes.
Stay with me
For some time.
Let's keep away the tender goodbyes.
Come closer to me,
For my heart is waiting
Very eagerly for our conversation, love.
There is no explanation,
Just a proclamation:
I promise that I will love you forever, and ever…
Heat It Up (1).
Look at what you've done.
Had a lot of fun.
Every time avoided it
Saying, "Life has just begun!".
You found no way
And chose to stay.
Every single day will pay!
Gravitation, the force,
For beloved people cause attraction.
What we give is
What we seek:
It is clearly love and care and attention.
Falling for divinity:
Is it called insanity?
Feeling the affinity
For my love approaches infinity!
When I was a child, I saw life as a beautiful landscape, the kind we used to paint with sky and rivers. It was made up of bliss and dreams. Now that I have grown, the landscape still remains, but it is donned in the hues of pain. The pain I knew back then was something which came with a fall or a prick or a burn, and it would be gone with a balm and a mother's kiss. But the pain now, which adorns my landscape is something which seems to scatter into all corners of my being, like the evening rays. It is soft yet piercing. It glows, even in the dark. The other thing I now have though, is hope. A few birds and a sun, still reside in my sky. They symbolise the life beyond the horizon where time seems to have stopped. They show, that colors might've changed, but the beauty remains, even more so. This landscape, which once was a dreamland, now has turned into a nostalgic picture. A picture, which in its simplicity, leaves unsuspected imprints in the childhood of our being, whose incense still smells of a sacred place called innocence.©folded_letters------I don't know why I wrote this, but the words knocked and I couldn't help letting them in.
By Divyanshi Verma and Param Siddharth
THE MAGIC OF INTERWINED FINGERS
When we hold hands, and witness the expanding universe with hope glowing in our eyes, I know, there is nothing that can stop us from taking over the world. I know, there is nothing that canloosen our grip and set us apart.And lastly, I know, that we will continue to enlighten the very heart of this universe, because now, we're united, as one, and divided by none.
What happened in the past was not in your hands; don't blame yourself for it. What is in the future is not even decided yet; don't waste your energy thinking about it. All you have got is now, this moment right now which you are living. You can either do the best you can now to live your life like an uncaged bird or you can decide to stay the way you are, absorbed in the memories of the past or the possibilities of the future which does nothing except hurting you.
And that's the thing about love:It won't let you live on your terms and conditions;but you would still want itoh so badly. -dive