Friday, 14 February 2014
Kabira: Love
Kabira: Love: love is a beautiful feeling.. when warmth of the person becomes healing.. The charm of being alone disappear, when eyes of care sting t...
Tuesday, 11 February 2014
Love
love is a beautiful feeling..
when warmth of the person becomes healing..
The charm of being alone disappear, when eyes of care sting through your lear..
The snow becomes sweeter than ever, when you prefer moon over sun forever..
There exists no road that you can ever miss, for the first time you held her high to kiss...
Love is an amazing feeling, when secrets are themselves revealing...
the stroll of understanding chains the mind, no matter what you go through you seem always kind..
A moment you guard yourself in a precinct, maps her heart n words with your instinct..
When the sleepless eyes are adored, the eternal predilection is never bored..
Love is a strange feeling, the loss of touch is more than killing....
A distance turns the desires more eager, but the hope always wins its wager..
There is no bond and no partnerships, the conversation makes coffee leave no more sips
The earnings are shared with lure, celebration to both never fails to allure..
Love is an untainted feeling, when gloom runs away like a peeling..
The messenger is treated like a god, when waiting to hear her make you stand on the hedging rod..
Lavishly you hold her throughout the walk, her mystic childhood you always like to talk..
There is no sweet goodbye before the night, to stay back just one moment you are ready to fight...
Truly, love is a magical feeling..
when warmth of the person becomes healing..
The charm of being alone disappear, when eyes of care sting through your lear..
The snow becomes sweeter than ever, when you prefer moon over sun forever..
There exists no road that you can ever miss, for the first time you held her high to kiss...
Love is an amazing feeling, when secrets are themselves revealing...
the stroll of understanding chains the mind, no matter what you go through you seem always kind..
A moment you guard yourself in a precinct, maps her heart n words with your instinct..
When the sleepless eyes are adored, the eternal predilection is never bored..
Love is a strange feeling, the loss of touch is more than killing....
A distance turns the desires more eager, but the hope always wins its wager..
There is no bond and no partnerships, the conversation makes coffee leave no more sips
The earnings are shared with lure, celebration to both never fails to allure..
Love is an untainted feeling, when gloom runs away like a peeling..
The messenger is treated like a god, when waiting to hear her make you stand on the hedging rod..
Lavishly you hold her throughout the walk, her mystic childhood you always like to talk..
There is no sweet goodbye before the night, to stay back just one moment you are ready to fight...
Truly, love is a magical feeling..
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