"It's Corona time. How can one possibly have the festive spirit?" Daddy said. "It's Christmas' Advent time. We are still alive together. That's enough to have the festive spirit. Cheers!" said Mommy.
He wasn't the stereotypical hero --The kind to make her swoon,The kind to make her croon.Yet somehow he stuck.He made her smile.He wasn't the knight in shining armour --The protector of the realm,The one who could overwhelm.Yet anyhow he shone.He always showed up.If anything, he was an anti-hero.Not the one hoped for by mothers.Not the [...]
"So long, huh?" said he smiling. "Not at all! I just saw you yesterday," said she. His smile turned to a huge grin when she concluded, "In my dream."
When you said You didn't like What I did, I dropped it. When you said You didn't like What I said, I shut it. When you said You didn't like What I thought, I stopped it. And then one day, I realized, I didn't like Who I was becoming. So I picked what I dropped. [...]
Sugar, salt and spice they had put in as suggested. But they were both cream lovers. It was dollops of that love that made their dish of life come alive.
Talk to me of anything,If you please, everythingBut love.It is a topic over-exploited,More like an onion too sauteed.What is it with everyone,Each relative and that unknown bun,Who lives in "loveland?"Don't they have anything else to think?Is this the only way they find to sink?Talk to me of nature --Diversified in its great stature,Of rivers and [...]
She dreamt of someone walking towards her. But one day, someone always alongside walked away. As her heart crashed, she knew love.
Be my end,I plead thee,For I don't knowHow to go onWithout you.Be the end of meAs I know alone,Which is so notWhat I want to be,With you.Be the endOf everythingAs I know it,For sometimes,The end is where we begin.Be the beginningI have yearnedWith all my heart,Not for days,But years.Be the beginning of meAs I know [...]
"Am I fat?" she asked. "No baby, you are just fluffy," he replied. "Come on, am I fat?" she asked again showing him her side profile. "Sweetie, you are my lovable big hugger," he replied. "But am I fat?" she asked a third time. "Honey, you make my world go round," he replied. She smiled, [...]
What if our story Was predestined, Was written in the stars? What if its end Was already decided, Was sketched out in detail? What if our love Was doomed from the start, Was futile to fight for? What if our separating Was not accidental but Was well-planned? What if this is it? Was it all [...]