Every time I look at a falling star, there is just one wish I ask for, that you never ever go away far, and I keep loving you more and more, coz sometimes its hard for me to say, that my heart feels very deep pain, every time you talk about going away, thought of losing you drives me insane..!!

I once made a wish on a falling star, that no matter what you always smile, and even if someday you walk away far, To reach to you, I will walk every mile, and there is so much I am not able to say, but, I just want to be the love you seek, because I will love you more everyday, and hold you close when you’re weak..!!

When we kiss I can’t open my eyes, coz heaven in love is always unseen, and There can be no man more wise, than who knows what I feel and mean..!! The God we know has carved a way, which is as beautiful as it may seem, I know for sure that our love will stay, I never saw anything better even in dream..!! When I am asleep I see  [ Read More ]

The sky is overcast With a continuous cloud of texture close, Heavy and wan, all whitened by the Moon, Which through that veil is indistinctly seen, A dull, contracted circle, yielding light So feebly spread, that not a shadow falls, Chequering the ground–from rock, plant, tree, or tower. At length a pleasant instantaneous gleam Startles the pensive traveller while he treads His lonesome path, with unobserving eye Bent earthwards; he  [ Read More ]

With ships the sea was sprinkled far and nigh, Like stars in heaven, and joyously it showed; Some lying fast at anchor in the road, Some veering up and down, one knew not why. A goodly vessel did I then espy Come like a giant from a haven broad; And lustily along the bay she strode, Her tackling rich, and of apparel high. The ship was nought to me, nor  [ Read More ]

Three years she grew in sun and shower, Then Nature said, “A lovelier flower On earth was never sown; This Child I to myself will take; She shall be mine, and I will make A Lady of my own. “Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse: and with me The Girl, in rock and plain In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing  [ Read More ]

There is an Eminence,–of these our hills The last that parleys with the setting sun; We can behold it from our orchard-seat; And, when at evening we pursue out walk Along the public way, this Peak, so high Above us, and so distant in its height, Is visible; and often seems to send Its own deep quiet to restore our hearts. The meteors make of it a favourite haunt: The  [ Read More ]