I have given great thought to
to what you have brought...
Swept away by all that I adore and hate the most,
The raging river called love...
Having fallen from the brightest realm
Wings once whiter than a glacier...
Hit by a gust of wind,
Like a knockout punch to the chin...
Thoughts create image..imagining everything about...
She gazed into those eyes with cautious yet wonder
With many questions on her mind waiting for...
Dear,
At the first time we meet...
Winter submits its
seasonal inventory...
Trust me, might you,
And take my hand...
Please don't try to knock at the door of my heart
it was shredded into pieces by someone apart...
I wanna be that guy of very few
The guy thats too good to be true...
When I look in those light brown eyes
My heart skips a beat like I was just revived...