Something special.. for someone..

No matter how much u think of me. i think of u a bit more. yr love is precious to me. There's no way i can let it go. we'll live, u and i, my life. And love the love of dreams. From the first time i saw u, And i knew u were for me!

Seasons of the soul.

Life passes by and we move on with its soft undisturbed flow,
Pretending to enjoy the seasons of the world and home…
For that is a perfect play of fantasy,When we try to smile,when our hearts are stone..
The desire to accept life as it comes,
Stems from the mundaneness of the heart which to go against the destined is numb……
The desire to be laden with comforts and riches,
Makes man run barefeet to attain it from across a thousand bridges…
The desire to love and to be loved in return,
Is like a candle on the darkest night that shall forever burn….
The desire to care for and sacrifice all that is gained with immeasurable pain,
Is the satisfaction life gives when its reversed its lane…
That happiness,that satisfaction,that sense of richness..
shall never go untold,
For they aren’t mere feelings,they are the Seasons of the Soul…

Power of sadness

So strong is the sensation,Of the fragmentation of the heart
So overwhelming the grief,When our lives drift apart...All hope is lost,all motivation gone...
The shattering of dreams that shall be missed lifelong...Closing our heart from remorse,
and gulping the lump in our throat,
We try to smile ,while internally we break all the more..
As we move on in life,Pretending to be fine...
We leave our unforgettable imprints,
On the Golden Sands Of Time..

Thought in the afternoon..

Could the monsoon be compared to love, i wonder.
At first the rain meets the earth every now and then,
amidst thick passion it swells the earth torrentialy and relentlessly,
only to gently ebb away, leaving the earth hot and dry
thirsting, yearning for more...