I stood still as looked into my dying shadow, which had no hopes of another tomorrow, Soon it will fade away into the darkness, leaving behind signs of heartbeat in emptiness..!! With heart full of doubts I looked up in the sky, but like a falling star, I got nothing in reply, I wonder if I would ever break this chain, and shall find my long lost love once again..!! [ Read More ]
May be loving you is sometimes rough, but with you forever is not long enough, and I want you to be closer than ever, so that I can love you longer than forever..!!
Whenever I look into your pretty eyes, Your love makes my heart realize, That I am alive so that I can love you, and be loved by a heart that is so true..!!
My feet can’t seem to touch the ground, Whenever you put your arms around, I don’t know if I loved you since the start, but your love is all that I have in my heart..!!
Pity, in place of love, That pettiest of gifts, Is but a sugar-coating over neglect. Any passerby can make a gift of it To a street beggar, Only to forget the moment the first corner is turned. I had not hoped for anything more that day. You left during the last watch of night. I had hoped you would say goodbye, Just say ‘Adieu’ before going away, What you had [ Read More ]
I ask for a moment’s indulgence to sit by thy side. The works that I have in hand I will finish afterwards. Away from the sight of thy face my heart knows no rest nor respite, and my work becomes an endless toil in a shoreless sea of toil. Today the summer has come at my window with its sighs and murmurs; and the bees are plying their minstrelsy at [ Read More ]
Baby’s Way If baby only wanted to, he could fly up to heaven this moment. It is not for nothing that he does not leave us. He loves to rest his head on mother’s bosom, and cannot ever bear to lose sight of her. Baby know all manner of wise words, though few on earth can understand their meaning. It is not for nothing that he never wants to speak. [ Read More ]
Authorship You say that father write a lot of books, but what he write I don’t understand. He was reading to you all the evening, but could you really make out what he meant? What nice stores, mother, you can tell us! Why can’t father write like that, I wonder? Did he never hear from his own mother stories of giants and fairies and princesses? Has he forgotten them all? [ Read More ]