Blessed it be the mystery of love..
not to be solved – broken down or tamed..
Love has no name – it beats to its’ own game..
I lived for this endless wonder
Thrived in its’ unspeakable beauty
grew by the sounds of love
until I never knew this kind of blue that it possessed..
my world went silent
sharpest quiet cut me down until
my ears could no longer hear
My heart could no longer bear..
Yet I’ll always care for this lovely game of love that causes such despair..
Cursed it be the mystery of love..
Jaane kyu unn tasveero ko dekh aankhe nam ho jaati hain Tumhaari woh muskurahat phir se dil ko pighla si jaati hain Ajnabiyo ki Tarah mila karte hain hum ab Mehsoos karke bhi alfaaz chupana Read more…