There’s this world we have created just for us.. One where time slows down, and nothing else matters but you and me. It’s the way you look at me, like I’m the only person who exists in the universe, even in the middle of chaos. It’s the way your voice softens when you say my name, the way your hand fits so perfectly in mine, like it was always meant to be there. It’s the way you love our love and it’s the way how I love our love. I just love our love.. And I do not love you just for the sake of loving.. This is not some frivolous, fleeting affection It is the kind of love that anchors me. There were days when I had nothing left to give, when I stood at the edge of my own emptiness, when even my reflection looked away in pity. And then there was you. Not as a hero to rescue me, but as a quiet, steady presence, a lighthouse for a ship that forgot it had a destination. You reminded me that even broken things can be beautiful. Do you know what it feels like to be ...
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I Have A Dream
I dream of waking next to you while the soft light of dawn casts golden rays on your beautiful face. Have you been dreaming of it too? Every dream we’ve shared, every promises we have made,I see us living them. Can you also feel the warmth of our dreams in the morning light already? We’ll greet the day with fingers locked, soft whispers and morning giggles under the blanket, Do you also see us sharing the same sheet? Savoring coffee on the balcony, laughter mingling with birdsong. Can you also hear the melody of our love in the air? Strolling through sun dappled paths, cherishing every moment together. Will you be my companion in every ups and downs through every thick and thins? With unwavering hope and faith, knowing our day will come. Do you also believe in the magic of our love just like I do? Cause , I dream of waking next to you,one day.!
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जब तिम्रा आँखाहरू ले मलाई एकटक हेरिरहन्छन्.. म विवश हुन्छु.. यो सोच्न.. कि, के साँच्चै म यति सुन्दर छु? कि तिम्रो नजर धमिलिएको छ? तिम्रा ती शब्दहरू.. जसले मलाई फूलजस्तै हलुका महसुस गराउँछन् हरेक वाक्य सँग म आफैंलाई नयाँ रूपमा सिँगारिएको देख्छु.. तर, तिमीले बयान गरेजस्तै देखिन, म कुन ऐनाको सामु उभिनुपर्छ? किनकि भित्तामा झुन्डिएको ऐनाले मलाई साधारण भन्दै छ। अनि, तिम्रो मुस्कानले मलाई भित्ते ऐना अघि उभिएको आफ्नै छवि सँग माया गर्न सिकाइरहेको छ.. तर यो प्रेम हो कि भ्रम? जसले मेरो खाली मुहारलाई.. खुसीले सजाएको छ। जब तिमी मेरो रूपलाई बयान गरिरहन्छौ, म फेरि विवश हुन्छु सोच्न.. के म साँच्चै त्यति प्रिय छु.. जति तिम्रा शब्दहरूले बयान गर्छन्.. र तिम्रा आँखाहरूले बिना झुकाव नियाल्छन्? अनि.. डर ले सताउन थाल्छ.. कि तिम्रा आँखामा बसेको छवि म हैन भने? कि त्यो केवल एक भ्रम मात्र हो भने? तर, फेरि सोच्न बाध्य हुन्छु, जति सुन्दर तिम्रा आँखाहरू छन्, त्यति नै तिम्रो सृष्टि हेर्ने दृष्टि पनि। अनि, जब तिमी मेरो आँखामा हराउँछौ, म आफूलाई ऐनामा हेरूँ जस्तो लाग्छ.. केही क्षण को लागि.. तिमील...
Through Your Eyes
The world becomes so beautiful,vibrant and alive, when seen through your eyes. How you hold the universe in your gaze, like a painter dipping his brush into the infinite colors of dawn. Your eyes see beauty in the smallest things..a raindrop, a fluttering leaf, the way the light touches the earth at dusk. Each moment, you see.. you breathe life into, transforming the ordinary into something extraordinary. Through your eyes, the world isn’t just a place, it’s a canvas of endless possibilities. How even in the darkest moments, you see hope not as a distant dream, but as the warmth in every sunrise. The world is never as cruel, never as cold when you are there to remind it of its hidden kindness, its quiet tenderness. Through your eyes, I see the wor...
The Cup of Tea
You know, life... Life has its own instrumentals,its own strange choreography. It doesn’t always waltz in step with our plans, and sometimes it drags us across the floor when all we want is to sit down and rest. But then, one fine day, something happens.. something quiet.. something almost imperceptible… You wake up, and it’s as if the weight you’ve carried all these years has dissolved in the silence of the morning. The grudges you nursed like old wounds..they’re gone. The baggage you dragged through every moment..they’re not yours anymore. You’re free. And suddenly, the world feels like it’s made of color again. The air is sweeter, the sunlight feels...
Choosing Me
How do I draw the line between love and suffocation, Between giving and losing myself? Am I selfish for saying, "No more," Or am I simply reclaiming what was stolen.. Piece by piece, moment by moment? They say, "Choose yourself." But do they tell you about the guilt That drips like blood from the blade of your decisions? Do they think of the tears you will see? What does it mean to choose me? Does it mean I rip the seams of every bond, Let everything crack, And watch as love turns into resentment? Does it mean I walk alone, Carrying the weight of my choices In the hollow of my chest? Is it selfish to want air when I am suffocating, To want silence when the noise consumes me? Am I cruel for wanting peace, Why does my peace comes at a cost? To choose me is to light a fire in the dark, Not knowing where it will blow, The prison walls around me, Or the bridges I swore I had never burn. They don’t tell you about it, The voices that haunt you in the quiet, Asking, ...