She asks me silly questions. Like how much do I love her?I smile and look at the sky for how do I tell her that it is she who gives me my existence...
The other day she asked me Will you forget me?I smiled and looked at the sky and asked her: Can the sky ever forget his moon?
There is this pain of love. You experience it some moments. It begins like a strange gnawing in your heart. It then spreads slowly. Spreads to the whole body. You fall deeply into it. This feeling.
She has a charm that is incomparable. She has a beautiful heart that flows with love. And she has a sensitive soul that enthralls with magic. She was the spark I had been waiting for all my life.
She has a beautiful heart that plays a euphonious symphony. She is the Zahir that touches your Soul.
When you would be looking somewhere maybe standing near a window and looking outside, I will come slowly towards you. And first I will inhale your sublime fragrance that emanates from your soft and tender body. Then slowly inching towards you I would hug you from behind and take you in my arms.
Women are like beautiful flowers. Only when you love them and take good care of them will they fully bloom into the beautiful flowers that they are.
And I want to be with you till the birds forget how to fly in the blue azure sky and the fish forget how to swim in the blue green sea...
Seeing old photographs, we get enamored by the memories we made which will keep tugging at our heart-strings forever and ever...
At times all you need is a bottle of fine old wine, a mellifluous piece of music playing in the background and a good book to spend the entire night in a magical bliss!
Tonight I miss you like the sky misses his moon, a delicate epiphany growing on grass. I serenade the breeze into dancing a cha cha cha, the mountains echo in the background. September sky never looked more charming, or the sublime petals of the rose looked so graceful.
And on cold wintry nights she loves listening to Elvis croon Are you lonesome tonight? just as I do.
We have conversations most nights, Sylvia Plath and me. On these cold wintry nights with our coffee mugs in hand, we talk for hours and hours, Sylvia Plath and me!
She has this amazing aura around her which catches you off-guard. A girl’s innocence combined with a woman’s sensitivity. A charm that is alluring and attractive at the same time.
In the silence of the ticking of the clock’s minute hand, I found you. In the echoes of the reverberations of time, I found you. In the tender silence of the long summer night, I found you. In the fragrance of the rose petals, I found you. In the orange of the sunset, I found you. In the blue of the morning sky, I found you. In the echoes of the mountains, I found you. In the green of the valleys, I found you. In the chaos of this world, I found you. In the turbulence of the oceans, I found you. In the shrill cries of the grasshopper at night, I found you. In the gossamer sublimity of the silken cobweb, I found you.
She says she loves me infinity power infinity power infinity into infinity! And I look at the sky, smile, and 'sigh!
You can't take love for granted! You need to be patient. And just as flowers take time to blossom, love will one day blossom in your heart!
We will join our palms together, fingers intertwined in each other, and look at the stars in the night sky!
Poor the man who has earned millions and millions of rupees but has never tasted the meaning of true love.
Let's sleepyou on top of memy hands circling your waistyours holding my facemy legs entangled in yoursyours tenderly wrapped in mineyour eyes looking deeply into minemine staring longingly at yoursand we will keep searching for our footsteps in the sands of time...