Is it in the smoke
Before our vision
When we blow
In the words
On the page
Between the truth and the myth
In the water-worn bottle that
Washes up on the shore
Or just simply
In your eyes?
Is it in the smoke
Before our vision
When we blow
In the words
On the page
Between the truth and the myth
In the water-worn bottle that
Washes up on the shore
Or just simply
In your eyes?
Just Write
A Mystical World
love each other like you are the lyric to their music
The flowers of the fiction plant rooted in my brain, the voice of the inexpressible feelings hidden in my heart and the eruption of the theories burning in my mind– I made a ball out of the three, threw it high into the sky and it landed right at my blog.
You're Worth It.
Sporadic randomness from a disheveled mind.
Utopian World
Tumse Na Ho Payega
Gorgeous journey I took in your words.
Thanks. Have a wonderful day!
It’s right there – in your words. I love reading your heart.
Thanks. Sweet of you to say.