There comes a time when you feel so heavy. Tears wanna scratch your eyes and roll down. but you start to feel so stiff that those even resist to bleed, neither with tears nor with words. Crying feels like a serious crime. But don't you give up. for once, for twice, for third time. Stop. Breathe. Count again. Start from the beginning. Fake a happy smile and Let nobody ever know about it. This would hurt you but this would heal the rest. Things will be fine with you too if destined. Breathe-in whatever good you see. breathe-out what is not needed. let it happen. Till the last time. And if you wanna go blindfolded, Close your eyes. hold your blues. And let go what's hiding behind. Leave the rest for a while to fall in place. All good things take time and heal us within. #Dont_give_up_for_a_last_time.
Love: If I had to choose between breathing and login you I would use my last breath to tell you how much i love you.
Me: I would never make comparison between to things to say the greatness of your love.bcoz there is no thing that I could compare with...You used up all blarney to solace me nd drove me crazy with your love... I never believed that I would come across this kind of love in my life time.. Your sweet words,... Your unconcerned about my past life,... Carried me to the madness of your world.. Love you,my love.
Most of my life has been spent waiting... for someone to come, someone to return. Something to happen, doing something that needs to be done. Sometimes waiting for the right time, sometimes for the right place or the right people. I've been waiting for years, for other years to come. And it never ends... this wait... like the longing of separated lovers. Maybe I've been waiting for the wrong things. Maybe I've been waiting for things that don't happen in this world... but only in my fantasy. Maybe I've been procrastinating on things that need to be done, by waiting for a time when I won't need to do them. Or maybe... I've been just waiting for something to be over. Something that's eternal. Maybe I'm waiting for something to begin, or maybe transcend. Maybe I've been waiting for myself.