Somedays I do have wished upon mythical powers ,
Dear WordPress family,
A thousand little daggers
piercing my heart,
Countless tries to pluck them apart
Not one of them turns into an art.
I’d happily replace the word ‘Sunday’ with memories, for my dad used to take me to garden and we would count all the sunflowers and everytime, he would count one extra. ♥️
Baat zara batao mujhe ..
Nafrat ke kaafilo mai diye jalakar
roshni ka aelaan kaise kar rahe ho ?
All this sunshine on my face..
and its burning a hole in my heart.