February 15th,2022 It took me nearly 2 years, and a lot of courage to write something today, and I knew instantly what I have been missing. Words were always there, but they lacked emotions. Some thing small, something very small happened that opened my heart to the emotions it was devoid of, for the longest time I remember. Live is made up of small moments, that carry with them, Great Magic called Life . Singing in the shower, and Laughing by the hour, oh! how much I love this game. Kisses on my lips, Your gentle finger tips, I really love to hear u say my name. The river running ...
Man, who is tired of London, is tired of life. A world in itself, it can enchant a visitor like no other place. From its Swanky Shopping Streets to quint English pubs, from its acres of public park to the happening night life, to its Ritual Afternoon tea and the Famous English courtesy, the city is as royal as it can get. The medieval canals merge seamlessly with the towering skyscrapers, while the tube chugs through its belly to showcase yet another English achievement, that was practical beyond the lofty palaces, and endured through the centuries of turmoil to continuously habitat the banks of Thames, in what still stands as one of the greatest cities man has ever build. Sans its Eiffel Tower or Statue of Liberty, there is no one monument that characterizes the city. London is more than an icon. It’s a living testimony of thousands of years of Human History, epicenter of Arts and literature and of course home only Functional Royal Family in the democratic world. It...
17th February,2022 Take me to the edge of the world, To watch the sunset some day. Hand in hand, let your heart speak But n ot a word you say . Set me on fire , with your words, And kiss, while you hold me tight, Your lips on mine, warm and wet, The passions you ignite. Take me back home, yes HOME That’s where I want to be, Watching the sun go down and fade, As you hold on to me !
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