If ever things turn dark and life goes haphazard I will hold your hand and pull you out of your deepest downs If ever you feel like falling apart and things getting out of your way I promise to take you on heights far away from those lowest lows From the day my cheeks blush to the nights of wrinkled skin From the mornings of my life till my health fades Our love will never grow old just be there in my life from this moment till the last days.
Is anyone really happy? This question makes me even sadder. How badly we long for inner peace and how we are misunderstood in almost every matter.
Is anyone really happy? I often ask this to my conscious. Why we are so judgemental towards others when facing the same make us obnoxious.
Is anyone really happy? I pondered over this idea multiple times. We miserably fail in celebrating our happiness and grin over how their success elevated to slime.
Is anyone really happy? Happiness is just a state of mind. Stop comparing, judging and blaming then watch your life getting aligned.
Din mei tasweer aur raat khwaabo mei deedar krke Haar gyi uski ana kisi beqadar se pyaar krke Usne hi pehel krli ek martaba firse ek muddat tak unke itmenaan ka intezaar krke
When pale sun rays reddened the greenery and soft summer breeze beautify the scenery.
When nights are lengthening after long summer days and skies are clear for good stargaze.
The nature adds on its flamboyant aesthetics and we feel the sound of crunchy leaves. October is a month of some untold gaiety. A month full of fresh air, a hot drink on cosy dusk and smiling faces with rosy cheeks.
Last night, I could totally relate how sky felt. It was all dark, the noise coming from within must be haunting and the world was asleep. It had to deal with it until there was any light.
We both were dealing with same situation, heavy heart, storm in mind, soul falling apart and it was raining all night.
There are words within me, Words that a paper cannot handle Words that everyone cannot feel One day, those words will reach my Creator and then only my soul would heal.
Sky seems like a painter just splashed his white color dipped brush over the black canvas, and the slow breeze sounds more like a soul soothing music.
Trees mimic the dancing figures dressed in different shades of green and stars were intermittently scintillating as if someone was playing a trick.
Moon looked like the naughtiest child of mother Earth, busy playing hide and seek with the clouds.
Nature is a piece of art and every person can adore that aesthetically pleasing sight, All you need is hour of darkness and some solitude away from crowd.