है तुझे भी इजाज़त , करले तू भी मोहब्बत।
But maybe the cupid struck the right arrows that day.
maybe the arrows hit the right places.
If you ever comeback,
I’ll be here waiting for you.
With Those voids and some wounds too.
But this time, I won’t let you
color my scars again; For,
You are the ink and You are not
supposed see the paper’s pain.
You’re not supposed to see the paper’s pain.
I was the moth and you were the fire, our love story was destined to witness the havoc of loss, yet why do I have to face the fire?
ସ୍ମୃତି କେବେ ଶୀତ ସକାଳ ର କଅଁଳ ଖରା ର ତାତି, କେବେ ଝଡ ବତାସ ର କଳା କିଟୀମିଟି ରାତି ।…..
But you will be treasured for life.
वो सच्चा था , तोह उसका वजूद झूठा कैसे!!?
वो लम्हे एक ख्वाब थे, तोह मेरी ज़िन्दगी एक हक़ीक़त कैसे ?
(If he was true, how come his existence is a lie? If those moments were mere a dream , then how come my life is a reality??)
Someone who truly misses Vindaloo curry.
It’s more of a protective shield she casts on us, it’s there even if when she isn’t around making sure no evil can penetrate that shield of love and compassion.
It’s not about love yet it’s all about love. When it comes to us it’s all about loving someone.
For him She was a gulal, intoxicating and full of life.. N for her he was the Holi, full of colors,full of emotions her favorite and her identity.
… How much even you try life always comes with some Missing Strings.”