It’s July Ending

Talking to those memories sometime

Undulating this soul in the past time

Vindicating those covenants

And all temporal sentiments

Let’s hope, let’s pray, let’s live

‘Coz it’s July Ending

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My Love Never Faked (National Bestseller) is a novel written by Nikhil Mahajan.

Sorry, I do

From all of the flames

I take those blames

For all those tears

I was holding fear

Sorry I did not mean to hurt you

Sorry I did not mean to loose you

For all those fights

You were standing beside

I looked at the scars

that scared me at nights

Sorry but I never heed them up

Sorry but I needed to heal them up

From all those stories

I thought of fairies

I was holding those beeds

That you wrapped with sheets

Sorry but I will keep them with me

Sorry but you will still say – “this idiot is with me”

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                                   P.S. – I always told you – Only an idiot knows how to love!

Love without regret

Love-without-regret

 

It’s love when he can say “I Love You” 

while looking into her eyes

It’s love when he cares for her in real
and not in words

It’s love when she is with you

even when you can’t buy a rose for her

It’s love she loves you
and can’t express the term “how much”

It’s love when they are happy for each other
even if they don’t celebrate the time together
It’s love when they both feel lucky
as they met each other in this life- one life

It’s love when you still smile
while thinking of all that good time
It’s love when you could find him/ her in these lines
even if you left with memories

It’s love when you don’t have any guilt or grudge inside
when you give it all with all your passion, without regret
your soul was pure, and will remain pure

 

# Thanks to God for what he has taken away from you because at the end, he gives you what is the best for you

Broken Promises

I know, I feel, and I see the difference

You talk, you say, and give reference

But we know the truth, we know the fact

The love was pure, if it was not, we would not have changed this much

You may calculate the faults, you may grudge, you may judge

I accepted every charge of yours, and you may call me a criminal

Crime to love you at that extent, crime to feel you in your absence

But we know the truth, we know the fact

The love was pure, if it was not, we would not have changed this much

Broken promises, broken relations, broken “We”

Hurting you was hurting me inside you can never know

Emotions we cared for, feelings we hold for

All Gone, but we know the truth, we know the fact

The love was pure, if it was not, we would not have changed this much

 

#The problem was not the attitude; it was his ego that tends his life to follow emptiness… May be someday, somewhere, somehow we meet again… No more of “I” and no more of “me”…