Author by hooby
That's pretty much it.
I thought nothing would be the same without you.But hey, the stars still shine in the night; The moon still wanes through the fortnight; I still find myself reading your letters every night.Maybe I will be alright.©jjtomar
The day I met you after 8 long years, And found myself smiling ear to ear. I knew I was in trouble for the rest of my life.©jjtomar
Dear Crush, It must feel good to say no to everyone, I guess. I know that you don't know me. I also know that you are like way out of my league. You are so pretty, so perfect. I know that you don't even notice me when I'm around. Your world consists of better persons than me. But guess what, I am still gonna try. I am gonna climb that ivory tower of perfection and hold your hand and see you, beyond your perfection. Yes, I will. Will you let me?-XOXO©jjtomar
#nature #poetry #life #thoughts #inspiration #diary
A thing of beauty is our needs unfulfilled.©jjtomar
A prince and a princess; a fairy story!And then, he wakes up to his responsibilities as yet another love story dies in him.©jjtomar
उनसे मोहब्बत कमाल की होती है,जिनका मिलना हमारे तकदीर में नहीं होता।
"Shivani, wait. I need to talk to you. Please."She brisked ahead of me as I paced to keep up with her. Tears rolled down my cheeks and a hole burnt in my heart. A lump gathered in my throat."Don't leave me. Please!" I barely managed. She stopped abruptly and stood there."I have to go. I am getting late.""I just need to talk to you for two minutes. I promise you I'll never bother you after that." I managed in a brave voice. She stood there for a few moments. I think I heard her snob. Then, she turned around to face me."Okay. But not here. Let's go to the park."I followed her as she walked ahead of me to the park. Many a times, we'd sit here in careless afternoons seeking refuge in the shade of our love, but today, all I could feel was the sun tearing in my skin as I sat beside her on a wooden bench. After a few moments, she looked directly at me for the first time. It was only a momentary glance, full of contempt and
dislike. I wondered whether it was a dislike that came purely out of the past or whether it was
inspired also by my bloated face and the water that the wind kept squeezing from my eyes. I saw that she was about to speak. She moved her clumsy shoe a few centimetres and deliberately crushed a twig. Her feet
seemed to have grown broader, I noticed.
“I betrayed you,” she said baldly.
“Sometimes,” she said, “there is a moment and it just feels so right in the moment, that you decide to go with it. And perhaps you might pretend, afterwards, that it was only a trick and that you just did it
impulsively and didn’t really mean it. But that isn’t true. At the time when it happens, you do mean it. You want it to happen that way. You don’t give a damn what others would suffer. All you care about is yourself.”
“All you care about is yourself,” the words echoed.
“And after that, you don’t feel the same towards the other person any longer.”
“No,” I said, “you don’t feel the same.”
There did not seem to be anything more to say. The wind plastered their thin overalls
against our bodies. Almost at once it became embarrassing to sit there in silence. She said something about getting late to somewhere and stood up to go.
“We should still be friends,” I said.
“Yes,” she said, “we should.”You'd think that the opposite of love is hate. But, it's not. Hate is just love gone wrong. The opposite of love is apathy. When you don't care at all, what happens to the other person. I followed her irresolutely for a little distance, half a pace behind her. We did not speak again. She did not actually try to shake me off, but walked at just such a speed as to prevent me keeping abreast of her. I had made up my mind that I would accompany her as far as the bus stand, but suddenly this process of trailing along in the sun seemed pointless and unbearable. I stopped on the side of footpath, on the excuse of tying my shoelaces. When I looked up, she was already too many paces ahead of me, walking away. I turned around and walked back to my lodge. ©jjtomar
Underneath the spreading chestnut treeI loved him and he loved meThere I used to sit up on his knee´Neath the spreading chestnut tree.Underneath the spreading chestnut treeI sold you and you sold me: There lie they, and here lie we 'Neath the spreading chestnut tree.
By unknown writer
Zindagi side 'A' se side 'B' ki tarah ghoomti gaano ki reel ki tarah hi toh hai ... kabhi koi gaana itna pasand hai ki khatam hone se dar lagta hai ... kabhi koi gaana poore din honthon se jaane ka naam nahi leta ... aur kabhi koi gaane ke sirf dhun yaad reh jaati hai
Remember once you asked me why I love you? Honestly, I don't know. I guess I just like your smile, and, your carefree laugh, also, the blush when you read my letters discreetly, or, the frown when you scolded me for everything. I guess I like your childish likes. I like the look on your face, and, the shiver in your voice, when I stand close to you. But above all, I love the way you made me feel beautiful and lovable. And so, here I roam, treasuring a part of you in my heart. And I promise you, that it will stay with me till my last breath... and beyond.©jjtomar
#travel #nature #love #inspiration #life #thoughts #poetry #diary #friendship
When thoughts are as deep as Ocean,Our view enlarges beyond the sky...©_infiknightian_5