Sometimes frustration peel his skin off.
He does not smoke
But there are many things he want to whiff off his life
He is disturbed, full of cracks and not devoid of any wounds you probably know…
But you can not credit him with ‘loser’
He is trying to stand up again.
He can see the light and soon he will reach there.
You might criticize the way he makes his way,
But you will understand one day…
He who was taking time in picking colours
Was actually painting a masterpiece! 🙂
No life has ever been the perfect piece for a puzzle…
It has darkness sitting in light
Sometimes it brims out the nothingness!
But I feel gifted when I see her…
She who holds the people who stumble!
She who sits down to knees beside them…
to hear the sorrows and sometimes… yeah – lame stories 😛
The way she can see if someone is dying inside with the creamy layer of happiness… to show the world that they are rock solid!
I have forever been rambling in the search of love in the far most places…
Not realizing that love lingers at the distance of my arms!
Sometimes, she is a burning star who passes light to the helpless
She has love in her blood! and universe in her pockets
There seems no fear in writing out your soul in front of her
She is impressive in the way she binds the pieces of life and make it again a masterpiece!
She who stands by them.. when people think they’ll fall
Let me express to the incredible and inexpressive,
I love you… 🙂