Sometimes just sitting together silently and gazing at the resplendent hills. You can fall in love, not with a person, but a soul.
Colours of my heart are blending with the sky, catch them before they fade away like the mist over that hillock.
“Those who were beautiful were never wonderful, and those who were wonderful, were either possessed or were extremely insane. I always had a natural affinity for the latter, they needed to be cared for, they needed to be loved. They needed to be hit with a dagger in their heart, to make them realise how…
“She was a mountain child, when she was mad, she never cried. She only did one thing- write, write, write. It made her feel better. It made her feel invisible, like nothing could stop her. She felt like a wolf.” Here are some of my other poems that you may like: Cold Winter- Poem on…
“He asked her, what did she like the most, chocolates or ice-creams? The girl instantaneously replied, ‘I love moments.’ Though in destitute of time, he quickly replied, ‘Okay! We will have moments.’ And it brought tears in her eyes. A kinship between two strangers was born that day.“ You may also like: 10 Best Charles…
He liked her because she was fierce like the fire and he was calm like the sea after a storm.
Other girls would conceal their facial flaws but she was different, she concealed her feelings. It made her more vulnerable than ever.
The little boy requested nature to paint its canvas in white and it ushered snow.
Men who love the mountains possesses an irresistible charm.
In order to understand life better, one must sit under a rickety tree and listen to a little river gurgling in the spring.