It rained today. You sat with me. We listened to the pit-patter, felt the cold breeze and got drenched in countless emotions. We didn't say a word to each other. Today, 'words' were mute spectators of our growing love.

A boy would sit with you all night, and count the stars. However, a real man would toil under the sun and build you a little universe. The difference - one builds a fantasy, other fulfills it. And, lucky are those who get both these qualities in one person. They get to experience the magic of love.

When she wished for love, she wanted a perfect concoction of - respect, care and understanding. You dusted kisses, and hoped she would find all those in the debris.Love, my dear, is more mental than physical.

They are many wounded hearts here. Many! Some admit. Others - the stubborn ones, scribble poetry instead.

There are many wounded hearts here. Many! Some admit. Others - the stubborn ones, scribble poetry instead.

The best thing about a heartbreak, you start looking for happiness elsewhere. You realize like wild flowers, happiness can grow anywhere and everywhere. And, most importantly within you.Be wild, dear heart, happiness awaits you.

Like you begin your day with a cup of coffee or tea. Some begin their relationship with love and trust.It's not merely a choice - it's a habit and a lifestyle.

We should wait six-seven months. Maybe, upon spring's arrival, our love would blossom. As of now, dry-lifeless-forlorn, it resembles the fall foliage. Beautiful, nonetheless!#BeyondAutumn

Love is like tequila shots, not the quantity but strength matters.