Women have the capacity to heal the wounded, to join the broken.
Though if you choose not to do, what you have the capacity for, it's totally your choice.

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I want to own You yet I want you to be free.
I want to claim You yet I want you to remain free of bondage.
I know you belong to me Yet I want you to remain You.
I love You but I want you to fly.

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Read a book
Fold its page
Leave a mark
Let the book know you've shared your life with it

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You can't handle her because she's romantic with sarcastic mind

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जब कोई भी नहीं
तो तुम ही सही
चलो मेरे साथ चलो
चलो कोई तो है
जो समझता है
हालात मेरे
बादल भी रो देते है
अब तो साथ मेरे ।।

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वो रोज गुजरकर तेरा
मेरी गली से जाना
वो तेरा यूँ ही मिल जाना
यूँ ही गुजर गया वो जमाना
आज भी मुझे वो गुजरा जमाना
याद आता है।
मैं भी मुस्कुरा देती हूँ बेवजह ही
आईने में अक्सर,
सुना है तुमको भी वो
जमाना याद आता है।

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My mind often controls my thoughts
my mortal is been immersed
in the ambrosia of wines,
hey dear live with me
talk to me
start it
and I’ll
finish it,
the way of being sinful.

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love you beyond words

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संविधान कैसा ?
सम और कैसा विधान ?
न ही हमारे समाज में सम बचा न ही कोई विधान।
अब तो केवल जिसकी लाठी उसकी भैंस बची है

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I write to my strength.
I write to become the person that hide inside me.
I write by accident,promptings ,purposefully and anywhere there is paper.
I write because my heart speaks a different languages that someone need to hear.
I write past embarrassment to exposure.
I write myself out of nightmares.
I write because I'm nostalgic ,romantic and demand happy ending.
I write knowing conversations don't always take place.
I write because speaking can't be reread.
I write to sooth a mind that races.
I write because my emotions belong to the moon: high tide, low tide.
I write knowing I will fall on my words but no one will say it was for very long.
I write because I want to paint the world the way I see love should be.
I write to provide a legacy.
I write to make sense out of senseless.I write knowing I will be killed by my own words , stabbed by critics.
Crucified by both misunderstanding and understanding.I write for haters , the lovers,the lonely,the broken hearted and the dreamers.I write because one day someone will tell me that my emotions were not a waist of time.I write because God loves stories.I write because one day I will be gone but what I believed and felt will live on.

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