After a very very long time. Now a days I don't write much because of my exams. I am that kind of a person who would lie down on a bed, looking at the ceiling to get some topic to write :):) but for some reasons it's just not happening to me. If the below context makes some sense then let me know !! Thank you !!♥♥
Happy memories of childhood... With you by my side u have seen the best of my life.. Our fights are endless so is our love.. Playing stupid pranks .. Has always been easy... I know we fuss and fight.. But I love you with all my might.. For you have always been there .. To rescue me from mom's scoldings.. When we were Young I used to imitate you.. And you always annoy me by saying "I was adopted".. But you could never withstand my tears.. We are the flowers of the same plant.. We are the birds of the same nest .. We are the creations of same blood.. You are the life long buddy that God has gifted me.. Because of you I know what it means to have a real mate.. We are not always eye to eye but always heart that heart!!
Don’t stalk her or start following her By the way she looks. Don’t try and make her feel special Because she has a good body figure. Don’t fall for her curves but try seeing beyond it, Beyond her flesh, beyond her mask of smile. Try to see how pure her soul is Try to encourage her strengths, her goals her passions. Shed light on her darkest fears, Try to be a ray of hope when she feels everything is off track. Don’t sympathize or make her feel sorry for those scars on her skin, But try to find the beauty in it. Don't get mad at her if she is not in a mood to talk But sit next to her and try comforting her... Talk to her as sometimes she needs is just a talk To share her pains, her fears, her wishes, her joys…
Women are really a beautiful creation of God. They always try to spread happiness in our life As a friend, as a sister. As a wife and as a mother. Love them, respect them because they deserve to be, And more importantly treat them as a human…. . . . #words#women#love#thoughts#talks#poetry
Dusty roads, clouds singing rain, steps that leave notes, traveling harmonies. Is written in the words that come out of his eyes, one last kiss, the lights of the sky. Is chanted in silence, in the tears, on his back, the journey starts.