Untouched Words

Ak larki ko dekha maine, jis se mai anjaan tha... ho jayegi wo itna kareeb, dil ko ya na maloom tha. Mai chahne laga tha use, jaise ho koi wo ak khubsurot pari. Pyaar karne laga tha mai use, jane kyu hogayi, mujhse ye nadani. Uske liye maine chora tha sabko, kyunki thi wo sabse jyada barkar. chor gayi wo mujhe humesa k liye,  ab baitha hu sala pyaar se harkar. Wo mera zidd thi, Wo thi mera junoon. Wo bas ak khwaab thi, Wo thi mera sukoon. Kosis kiya bohot maine bhulane ko usko mere dil se.. Kosis kiya bohot maine, mitane ko usko mere aansuon se.. Mai sochta raha rat bhar.. akhir kyu gayi wo mujhe chor ke.. Mai gusse me ake jor se chikha, "Damn it, kyu gayi tu mujhe todh ke!". Bhul chuka hu ab tujhe, Bhul chuka hu, wo lamhe sare.. Nai puchunga, tere bare me kisiko.. Nai aunga ab tujhe gale lagane. Teri yaad kabhi na ayegi ab

I bleed love. When I sit in an empty dark room waiting for your reply, waiting for you to come back. I have bungled my time, wasted my life for that one sweet, lost smile, you unveil in my dreams, making me alive. You were my dream, you came true. One day, you smeared my pleasant reality, by all the repulsive thoughts, for I said shockingly, "is that re-really you??" But even though I'm wishing to be with you, everyday, and even at night too. I lay in my bed thinking only about you, searching for the answers, you left me with, about a year or two. I still feel your warmth, your whispers at my side, the pain is now lot more, that can be seen in my eyes. I begged my heart, "Stop, please stop." It showed no mercy on me, letting my tear to drop. I've done enough to forget you, done all I need, But it's the stubbornness of my witless heart, that keeps on saying, "it's the love now, that I bleed.&q

image source:  pinterest To, my only date I'm a Pluviophile. I love rain. I love the rain drops, I love when it touch my face, like you do with your soft, caring hands I want to get wet in those rain drops with you,holding your hand, looking at your deep, beautiful eyes. I want to move your hair, clinging to your face, and let those soft rain drops touch your tender, pink lips.  While the whole world, melts in those blurry drops, I want to stare and focus  on your eyes, searching for care and love.  The place would fill with the smell of soaked soil. I know you will shiver,  shiver when that mild, cold wind will blow. I know you will shiver but you can't take your eyes of me, neither can I.  I will hold your waist, pull you close to me. So close that you can feel the warmth of my body, irrespective of those cold, soaked clothes. Then, I will kiss you in that pouring rain, kiss your soft, wet lips, before you can feel any more co

image source:  the-open-mind.com The love, for those who took it really hard in their heart is unquestionable. For some love is desperate, as it obeys no boundary of rules. Love is shameless, shameless for expressing the deepest secret feelings out to air. Love gets you depression right? Nah, it's just another craziness of love, the craziness of worth. It gets hard to live, once that love hits you badly, you don't even want to breath without it.  Love is fearless, it can bear all the pain, all the forces of others. Who will stop you? Love doesn't even care all those forbids. No one can stop that feeling, no one can destroy the feeling of love, its immortal and always will be. Love is crazy, love is insolent, love is mute. Love is stubborn, its like, ' No, I'm not going to loose feelings, I'm not going to find someone better, I've made up my mind, I want you and only you, no one else.' For love is a mystery, it beholds those unexpl

                                                     image source :  tinybuddha.com Dear my love, It's been 8 months since you left me, left me from your heart, left from your emotions, but I loved you more than before in those eight cursed months. I have lived those days fighting with my emotions, with my ego, with myself, I was fighting for you, for our love. I loved you more than my beliefs, I loved you more than anyone did. I wanted you soo badly that I overlooked all the ignorance you craved, and how poorly you treated me. I was getting frustrated of all the feelings strucked in my head, I was helpless, trying to find a way out of this, trying to breathe, trying to live again but in vain. Being desperate I was just wanted to be mine. All these days I wanted to shout and say that, "I don't want anyone else to have you, have your heart, be in your soul, or kiss your lips, you are mine and no one will take my place." But, all these

Crush, literally it means totally a different thing but when this word relates with your life, it becomes one of the most cutest and sweetest thing before a love life. Some of them define this as liking towards a boy or a girl, which we can't say to him or her and keep it as a little secret. Some of them call it a crush because that's how you feel when they don't feel the same way in return. Sad, right? But, to me, it is the most fine feeling that can happen. You develop crushes on others not because of who they are, but for what they represent. For what they give you the reason to smile a bit.  For me, may be it's a one side liking, may be we don't talk like others do, but that doesn't mean if my phone ring up with your name on it, my heart wouldn't skip a beat to pick it up. It would. It will always be thrilling to hear you saying my name, not because of the way you will say, or how you will say. It will be thrilling, because for a second, I