"Love is not time's fool"...sometimes our old lost love seems absent...but when alone amidst the solitary nature our eyes have a peep into our inside what rises up is the strong presence of absence...this is love...
A romantic soul with blue dreams and white desires...I love watching the starry night through my window...I read tales from the distant shore written around the crescent moon...I love taking the droplets of rain on my finger tips and kiss the new born naked babe of the cloud...I love walking along the shadowy grove, or by some lonely lake, or stand by some unnoticed flower amidst dense bushes and enjoy its hidden blush...And while doing all this I love the hand of love holding my hand and making the blood flow through my fingers with ceaseless storm; I love the eyes of my love looking into mine ...making me drown and rise up at the same time...