I often come across people who are least interested in celebrating their birthdays or act like crazies on this day. Not because they do not love to celebrate their existence or they are
Under the blanket
*Under the blanket* Each day, I long for the night just to be with her. Under the blanket, I enter a place where I surrender myself to her, confessing my love for her.
Be my Poetry
Be my poetry, let me feel what other's don't. Be my poetry, let my thoughts unite with your soul. Be my poetry, let me say the unsaid. Be my poetry, let my ink
अधूरी कहानी
प्रेम की परकाष्ठा नहीं चाहिए थी हमें । महानता भी नहीं । हम तो छोटे लोग हैं। छोटे ख्व़ाब , छोटी ख़ुशियाँ , छोटी दुनिया । हमें भी बस अपनी एक छोटी सी
Distant Love
It’s been ages since I last met her. But I remember her vividly; her brown skin, soft texture, her smell and her never ending love. Her memories are all I have. We are
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