We all believe in love in a different way. Yet, we believe in it, in a strange likeliness. I have always believed and will always believe that:
You always rise in love. And that which makes you fall, can never be love. Just an attraction… a Fatal Attraction
Here’s an old poem I wrote. Hope you like it 🙂
I love it.
Absolutely love it when,
You call up for
Every small little thing.When
You share
Every silence and every din.I love it.
Absolutely love it when
You play with me,
Those Carte-Blanche games.When…
You say that
Only you can call me names.I love it.
Absolutely love it when,
I realize that
I’m a confidante, a perfect fit.When,
I know what you will say
Even before you say it.I love it.
Absolutely love it when,
The sound of you,
And every emotion deceives me.With silence when you say…
That I was created for you
That you love me!
Inspiration : A few people around me, who were in love then. And are in love even now!
*Din- a loud, confused noise
*Carte-Blanche [kahrt-blanch] – unconditional authority
*Confidante [kon-fi-dant] – a woman to whom secrets are confided (yes! that’s possible 😛 )
Well, good one! Self composed, is it??
Yes Antarik..wrote it by myself 🙂
Nice one
@Goutam bhaiya- Thank you 🙂
Level…. 🙂
It’s lower than your level madame 🙂
Wonderful One Aru Di… 🙂
Bohut pyaari h !! <3
“you always rise in love…and that which makes you fall, can never be love…just an attraction; a fatal attraction”
loved it dear… 🙂
Nice 🙂
It’s been a long time. I see you’ve changed the design. I liked the previous one though 😛
🙂 Thanks!
I just needed my blog to look different.
I love it! 🙂