I was sitting all alone on a hill outside my apartment.There was nothing I loved more than sitting there alone and reminiscing. I was thinking about everything.
The poet compares the conscience in the past and present. Her journey reveals her pure, honest nature as she struggles to survive in the wicked world..
He suspects something but was not clear about anything. He starting imagining and coordinated every tiny things he saw and wanted to see his Love..
My eyes unknowingly started surveying, everything that had a connection with me in the past, The rooms I slept peacefully with the child’s innocence.
Nobody would ever be able to know what’s in the store of destiny for them and what we never expect, may emerge as the biggest surprise of our destiny.The true side of a simple yet amazing Hindi love story
I forgot to dream in the midst of, all cacophonies around me, Reality, to me, was just a charcoal artist and obviously they showed dark shades only.
I know how capable you’re of making a mess with my life but I’ve to tell you this; sometimes dreams are just that dreams. What I’m hoping for is no longer a dream but a destiny.
Running forward, I looked forward. The train was going for a fall. The bridge was yet to be completed. It all came to me. The haunted train. The collapsed bridge.
Hidden in a jumbled puzzle, Life twists and turns my life Where to start where to end With hidden answers in between. Really hard to make out.
Destiny its the one who chooses your path. Very few have been strong enough to alter the path that has already been preordained for them.