Your virtue is my privilege: for that
It is not night when I do see your face,
Therefore I think I am not in the night;
Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company,
For you in my respect are all the world:
Then how can it be said I am alone,
When all the world is here to look on me?
I truly let go after all those years of love and hate, sweat and chills – I moved on.
I truly let go after discovering what was behind the veil – It was not less than pulling my jugular vein
I truly let go after suffering so much pain, agony and deception.
I truly let go and had forgiven you; you were history; ashes, dust, chapter closed forever in my life
But now you implore to evil powers? Bring sorcery and spells to misery my life?
Now watch all that will unfold..
So it comes to this?
Mujhe sahal ho gayi manzile
Woh hawa ke ruk bhi badal gaye
Tera haath haathon mein aa gaya
Ke charag rah mein jal gaye
You hand touching…/in Poetry, Relationship
“your hand
touching mine.
this is how
galaxies
collide.”
― Sanober Khan
