I know it's scary To dream too high, To think too ahead in the future. But if that is what you really want, Then fly, dear. If you fall, I will catch you. I know it's nerve-wracking To actually take that leap Of faith and everything you have. But if that will make you happy, [...]
If I could, Then I surely would See you in person. There are so many sad stories, So many happy glories That I would share. The smile which melts my heart, Stopping an argument at the very start, I would love to witness. There is forgiveness in waiting, In remedy to hating, Which wants to [...]
Hell broke loose and fire rained down. But this was the road that would lead to her dream. So she thought, "Bring it on!"
We won everything we ever wanted. We won somethings we didn't even dream of. But we lost each other.
Do you also Once in a while Have trouble sleeping? The sort when when you just lie, Toss and turn But still stay wide awake? Do you also Look at the time And know for a fact That you must be sleeping But you are not, But you can't? Do you also Feel uneasy, Feel [...]
He was not the perfect glove she yearned for. Yet, somehow, he fit her well, And never let go of her hand.
Trust me, no one can know better than me how extremely exhausting it can be to wait. And wait. And wait. It not only drains one out of positivity but also starts piling up within a person the humongous feeling of failure. It eats away at the person's real personality and leaves in its place [...]
If I could fly, I would fly high, Way beyond the clouds, In big, beautiful rounds. I would cover every land, Both of water and sand. I would feel the wind in my face, As I flew around with grace. But no matter where I go, If you ever need me so, I will fly [...]
Do you think life never drastically changes? That it is impossible in reality? Read on and I bet to prove you wrong with a true story. He was born in a backward caste at a time when the caste system enjoyed a stronghold in his country. He spent his boyhood in a small continuously leaking [...]
As you lay drowning in bed, Draped in sickness, You wonder what you could write next. For no sickness could drown your resolve, Your crazy love for writing. As you lay dreaming in bed, You finally pick up a paper and pen To jot down what you dream, To jot down before you drown.