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Whatever is written in this blog
is an outcome of fantasy put to
words, it is nothing but lies
but then again I just lied.

Wednesday, August 16, 2017


Love is a choice. Nobody can force anybody to love somebody. Love is seen not with the eyes but with the mind, felt not with touch but with the heart. That moment when your love transcends skin beauty and wealth, is when you discover the most precious treasure in the world.

IF (the memory of you)

If the memory of you
comes knocking
at my door every time
it rains,
I would wanna
say "come in" every
damn time and
cloak it 
under my warmth.

Dear God

Dear God, I know I am not
perfect, I know sometimes
I forget to pray, I know I have questioned my faith,
I know sometimes I lose
my temper, I know sometimes 
I hurt the ones I love,
but thank you for loving me unconditionally
and giving me another day
to start over again.