Life can only flow through you when you're at peace with being you. You know you're being you when you're comfortable being alone. Only then, in the absence of self- judgment and self-criticism, when the layers of falseness fall away, do you realize there is no separation between you and the moon and the stars. When you are one with everything, you are never alone. #reading#love
Every morning they woke me up, I was screaming, every morning, it was the same, they would ask me what's wrong, I would tell them I don't remember, the nightmare would end, the ache would stay, now every morning is different, some days I wake up in tears, some days I don't get up at all, some days are better, some days it hurts too much but all days are quiet and every day feels worse than the screaming. #readinglove#poet
I know, She doesn't realise the importance of your presence in her life. She is on the moon right now. She is flying high in her own life and not looking back at her own footprints which she is leaving behind. And, you are Happy for her.
But what you are going to do is that You will be there for her to make sure she doesn't fall. And if she ever stumbles, don't let her fall. will be there for her to lift her up where she deserves to be.
I know it's going to be hard for you but it will be worth for your heart which is only beating for her. You will wait, not to let her realise the presence of you in her life, but to meet at some point in your life where you both destined to cross each other and she will choose to have you in her life.
It's optimistic to have trust on a path of fairytale. But fairytale make you realise the importance of patience and belief in ourselves. And eventually, she will forever be yours. And What if it turns out better than you could have ever imagined? Therefore, Keep it up the faith, She will be all yours to keep !!
Gone are the days when love was a modest display In this world of modern romance Old fashioned love is what I crave
When love was pure and well expressed People were immersed in selflessness Take me back to the vintage days when men wrote letters with pure intentions When lust didn't attract lovers but the soul made connections
When people portrayed their feelings by slow dancing in the dark And waiting for the rain or moonlight to swing in each other's arms when gestures were as simple as bringing each other fresh flowers when no grudge or opinion could tear two souls apart
When lovers could share words while lying in the middle of grass when lovers could have heartfelt conversations and spend the night by counting stars
When men would open car doors for their women and the women would stay with their men till the end
When lovers could spontaneously start dancing in the middle of the street When reading books was a love language and they didn't mind a date in the library
When bonds were founded by loyalty And eyes spoke of nothing but affection When lovers locked eyes that reflected sincerity and falling in love was not interrupted by imperfections
From sharing an umbrella as it downpours to showing how much one cares When people lived and let people live in peace No evil eye would ever disrupt an affair
When relationships were defined and people could die for the love of their lives When men would fight in wars with all their might and send letters to their lady loves Through pigeons in disguise
When people would love without an expectation of reciprocation when they would not fear one sided love but admire their beloved with sheer dedication They knew how to let people go in the name of true love when people remembered to be understanding to establish an authentic connection
When men would keep photographs of their ladies in their wallets just to feel their presence even when miles away as a symbol of their love and its soulful display
When those in love would treasure their sweethearts when both ladies and gentlemen would make the first move without hesitation
When she would smile and he would see his world light up When he would stare in her soul and she would see the whole universe When she would sleep and he would stare as if he had seen a jewel extremely rare
When a strand of hair would cover her face and he'd lightly use his hands to sweep it away When such little gestures would mean the world When such subtle pleasures were pleasing enough
When people could connect in a single sight the way long lost lovers project an urge to reunite
When expensive luxuries didn't intrigue people even a coffee date or a view of city lights worked just fine when every gesture came from the depth of the heart from an inharmonious song to a poem that didn't rhyme
when lovers brought out the best in each other and glaring at the moon was the best romance when company was the only thing that mattered and they stayed across borders fondly thinking of each other while playing songs on an antique stereo in the memory of a divine reunion
When holding hands would give butterflies The time when love was innocent yet full of intensity and life
The time when men would dress nicely for a date and bother to be polite and ask for permission when love songs genuinely made sense when lovers cared to become best friends
when going for walks was as romantic as going for movies or being intimate when making each other feel safe and homely was much more heartwarming and important
When people would see the world together and go for dinner dates They'd laugh wholeheartedly in ecstatic moments and cry over each other's shoulders at times of heartbreak
When they'd hold onto a single soul Till the end of time When soulmates would stay bounded Till their knees would age and sights would weaken When they'd stay together until death would part them When people would express love by playing musical instruments
Oh to be an old soul with a dream to grow old with a twin soul in this era of modern love I wonder if I'll ever find someone That comes as destiny and stays as the fate of the stars All I wish for is a vintage romance All I dream of is a vintage romance ~sk