That day when you put that wedding ring
To me, it was the world’s best bling
When you held my hand with tenderness
Gosh, can’t explain that feeling of togetherness
To me, you are a blessing to hold
The one with, I want to grow old
All that funs and frowns
In the tours of those expensive towns
You pick me up when I am down
Always there to fix my crown
I am living my dream of everything
In my castle with my king
After all that she’s gone through, Her eyes don’t believe the good hearts, Her soul doesn’t trust, Her mind doesn’t rest, She’s shackled in the deafening screams of her conscience, She wants to break the bars, After all the phases,
I am a writer. Not a typer. I love to write the words, But not through the keyboard. Mark my words- love to write in my own handwriting. I need a pen and a paper. And I won’t get tired
Don’t tell me if this road is difficult. I have been patient for long. Just tell me, if it reaches there. Where my heart would feel fine, Where my dreams would touch a point, Where my words would reach to
All the grudges, conflicts, chaos I do hate. A part of me let things go, another to hold on, My mind barely hanging on, like a midnight cigarette. Why do we compare, why do we even care about those who
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