"Rather than love, than money, than faith, than fame, than fairness... give me Truth." -Henry David Thoreau
I love you. I won't lie that I haven't told anybody this line before. But at this moment, I love you. And all the moments to arrive, I want you to know that I will love you. Love has given... Continue Reading →
Don't give me more, I want to help myself, grow The road starts before the sun shines on my room, It's a long way, But I will keep up my pace. These hands that lay on the mud with me,... Continue Reading →
The guards shall eventually come down, Misery will engulf your being, The darkest lie, The worst nightmare, But don't you get scared, You can't escape, You have to experience your share.
What color is love? Red may be, how we all see it Or blue, as the sapphires in your eyes Pink probably, pink as your lips Or is it just as dark as your heart? What color is love?
To the guy who talked less, I first noticed him on the corridor of my college. A tall dark guy, walking alone in the hallway with his hands in his pockets. He walked quite different, too hurrying. He wasn't the... Continue Reading →
I used to be a worshiper of love, like most teenagers these days and back then. It’s fascinating how time changes, and we happen to evolve with it. And we never actually realize that evolution until we have reached far... Continue Reading →
The Bookish girl
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