Her eyes can’t see yet the pain leads her fingers to fondle the bruised nape, She smiles shyly and whispers “Love hurts indeed.”

Rain

Oh! The scent of this damp, How could it not tempt to romance. She prefers a black umbrella Under it are, we holding hands. Smiles at lightning Clinches if thunder Tapping on water Doesn’t her sole hurt, i mumbled I asked her hand Do you dance? ,  she wondered! Nope, but i know all other…

ਹਾਯੇ ਮੈਂ ਵਾਰੀ ਜਾਵਾਂ ਅਪਣੇ ਆਪ ਤੌ

ਕੀ ਸਮਝੇ ਤੂ ਅਪਣੇ ਆਪ ਨੂੰ ਹੀਰ ਸਲੇਟੀ ਸਿਆਲ਼ਾ ਦੀ ਯਾ ਸੋਹਨੀ ਨਿਕਲੀ ਚੀਨਾਬ ਚੋ ਰੰਗ ਤੇਰਾ ਕਨਕੋ ਫਿਕ੍ਕਾ, ਕੇਸ ਲੱਕ ਨੂ ਵੀ ਢੱਕਣ ਜਾਣ ਤੌ ਤੇਰੇ ਤੋ ਵੱਧ ਸੋਹਣਿਆ ਵੇਖਿਯਾ,ਇੰਨਾ ਕੀ ਮਾਣ ਅਪਣੇ ਆਪ ਤੌ ਮੋਤੀ ਤੋ ਵੱਧ ਹੀਰੇ ਲਿਸ਼੍ਕੇ ਤਾਂ ਵੀ ਸਖਣੇ ਸੁੱਚੇ ਕਹਾਨ ਤੋ ਚੰਨ ਨੀ ਰੋਂਦਾ ਦਾਗਾ ਨੂੰ ਸੋਹਣਾ ਤਾ ਹੀ…

The best thing about the worse
They don’t last longer than hours.

My hope doubts if he is watching
“Certainly!!!” My experience assures.

The ‪best‬ and the ‪‎worst‬ part of being a passionate reader is you kind of relate yourself to the dominant character of the story. Whatever happens to that character, you feel it has an effect on you,Observe common behaviour between both of you & think what  you’d have done if you were at his or her…

Why liars have short term memory? I mean every time you ask them the same question they come up with different answers. Even if you lie at least stick to that story. Be like a novel. No matter how many times you open it, turn pages, read it, you will find the same sentences, even…