The first person ever I met here on mirakee.... The first person with whom I connected instantly and had loads and loads of funny incidents ...... And the one who helped me heal ...... The one who is writing my favorite love cum horror series ( it has been ages .... And you haven't written another episode ! ) .... And the list continues ✌.............
Maafi !! Ittiiiii late wish karne k liye .....
Happy birthday yaar ❤❤ Stay happy and keep rocking wherever you go / are..... ❤
//She pretended to hide her feeling But loves the hardest. She wanted to conserve her trust As she knows the truth But •STILL• there are chances She surmised. //
//Her withered face still smiles the brightest. Because she knows if She caught crying they will make her more hassle. She listened to •ARIJIT SINGH• but sings something divergent. //
//The scene was of separation, And she acted like a B-O-H-E-M-I-A-N So strange, what's about her rage! She was strong and bold. She pretended to hide, to smile ... It's her D.E.F.E.N.C.E ~M-E-C-H-A-N-I-S-M//
//she was bruised like the roses, BUT //shines like the SUN..flowers.
your love; a summer cloud, i was asleep but one night gravity hit the ground i woke up shattered i know you remember the lessons to keep me out of your head but again, I saw you've been writing a poem 'cause you ran out of errands? you moved in a blurry town bought a house here people stare you with menacing looks but I know your real estate is in Mexico.
you plant roses, and watch them die your fear; a lightning bolt hear the raining sound with ticking clocks, and frozen beat you stop smiling in midst of joy; uncertain Sometimes all alone you talk to the crystal chandeliers and velvet curtains seasons are fading and somewhat leaves falling you've been brave but now my love, i can see in your damp ocean eyes you're afraid.
your heart; an old museum i stare like a fleeting shadow as you play our memories on radio you walk all alone on lonely roads read books of known authors but make love with strangers in your porch you're restless you still carry burden on your tattered sleeves but i wish to sip away the sadness from your breath you know? i still miss you like the dying sun and i know sometimes you miss me too.
I'd last for a while, but my love; a sacred stone stars flicker in your eyes and your tears taste like gunpowder but you wait for my return you bring me life when you stop by the old cemetery and put daisies on the grave you cry as you glance at the tombstone just because it reads my name? but i've been here all along standing behind you watching you like a shadow but darling, if you don't believe then you could ask the blind man he saw me too.