She took the drink from his hand, and gulped it all. Threw the glass away n leaned over him.. Her touch was with a hint of care,her kiss with a touch of tenderness.. Her intentions were wild. And the soothing background music kept on playing..
Hello darkness, my old friend I've come to talk with you again Because a vision softly creeping Left its seeds while I was sleeping And the vision that was planted in my brain Still remains Within the sound of silence
"हो भी नही और हर जा हो,
तुम एक गोरखधंधा हो..."
कोई दुःख कितना भी ठोस क्यूँ ना हो.... आँखों तक पहुँचते पहुँचते तरल हो जाता है..
In the dark mirror of the night, we see our true selves reflected - the pain, the misery, the bottomless fear which are the true "I"
Your honesty makes you beautiful. The skin you’re talking of is not even in my mind.
असल ज़िंदगी में जो आपके साथ हैं उनकी परवाह कर नहीं सकते और सोशल मीडिया पे मोहब्बत ढूँढते हैं। ज़िंदगी तो ख़ाक होगी ही।
Your love ... Your trueness ... Your kindness ... Every step you take Towards me makes more Responsible to take care of you Rise and smile !!
Something was amiss. Evenings were harder to tolerate. And the nights, a breathless craving for the past. The future seemed morose. Smiles were dried up. He wanted freedom. Every evening he used to put a gun in his mouth.. Taste the metal and put it back. Yesterday, he set the bullets free.
Endless days and nights with her forever captured in the dark recesses of his mind
Still working for the Government
"आज देखा है तुझको
देर के बाद,
आज का दिन
गुज़र ना जाए कहीं...
नीयत-ए-शौक़
भर न जाए कहीं,
तू भी दिल से
उतर ना जाये कहीं...'
I want to take you to a place where we can see every single star at night. Although it will be impossible to look at any of the stars in the sky when the brightest one is lying next to me.
When Black Clouds gather And it rains like hell, When the thunder rumbles And the world sways in gale, When darkness yawns And the ghosts of yore yell, Come under my umbrella darling.. I'll take you to the place where light, warmth and all the lovely things dwell.
Days melt away like morning fog.. Nights vanish into pitch black oblivion of darkness... And when the transience of life dawns upon us, we wonder about the precious moments wasted in pursuit of petty stuffs.
When you give love selflessly, the universe makes sure you get it back
Travelled miles... To find myself... In the end.. I got lost.. Even more.
What's the best thing in the world? June-rose, by May-dew impearled; Sweet south-wind, that means no rain; Truth, not cruel to a friend; Pleasure, not in haste to end; Beauty, not self-decked and curled Till its pride is over-plain; Love, when, so, you're loved again. What's the best thing in the world? —Something out of it, I think. Elizabeth Barrette