When deep down you know you are not doing what you should be doing and someone just reminds you that, results in us being angry. Aaj tumhe jo Khushi de raha hai,. Wahi tumhe kal gam bhi dega,. Khuda se na fariyad karna uski,. Kyuki khuda ke baad usi ka naam aayega. What matters the most, the small little things or the biggest of the things for a relationship to blossom? January 7, 2017.

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Why god gave woman tears. Why God Gave Women Tears. A little boy asked his mother. His mum just hugged him. Later the little boy asked. Was all his dad could say. The little boy grew up and became a man,. Still wondering why women cry. Finally he put in a call to God; and when God got on.

Be the Best version of Yourself. How love and lust can be celestial. How stars and moon can be eximious. How the fragrance of blossoming flowers can be sempiternal. How rains can form the showers of love and hope. How alphabets woven words decorously define the life. 1 Comment on Poetry Taught Me. The SILVER moonlight caressed her face. Her face shimmered WHITE as snow. And the BLACK sadness of her face vanished. 11 Comments on Black Vanished.

Why do we bloom? Why do we wither? Asked a baby leaf,. And without waiting for answer,. Why do we cherish our life? When we have so little to live. And further he said,. All I know is, our blooming. And I cannot bear this pain. And suddenly he was in tears. And cried his heart loud;.

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On A poem of sorts. On A poem of sorts. On A poem of sorts. Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Oh to blog out my thoughts in a poem of sorts. Hide people with animals, feelings with symbolism. To complete strangers who wouldnt know or understand the meaning. Sadly most of the people who read my blog.

Many a times, felt completely damaged beyond repair. As if the brief moments when I thought I cared were nothing more than a pain and could never hide the despair. But there are still those moments that let me know this heart of mine is indeed alive,. Your smile is the reason.