abhinav002

[abhinav002]

Zealous about u...!

Your were like 2nd button of my shirt.. Every time closest to heart, every cute bond was started with hoodie sharing...

Coz you can't smoke cigarettes

But Sometimes Little heart brakes can change your pen path from thermodynamics to sad poetic devices

Why I always get sad  when it times to write something about you...!

Or your thoughts make sad

No no.. don't think that "I'm out of the box"

I have still many things to write...

" but love is the major theme not only in poetry but in life also"  - dead poet society

At one time in my life your the most relevant non fictional character around me

I mould my self in every possible way to live beside you.. Noo... I don't like filter coffe or green tea

"Move your joints every day... Yoga gives u wing"... Yeah thats what u said... Everymorning to me

Did you remember our farewell pic, yes.. it is my most liked pic on social media handles... I know it doesn't make any sense... and every one is fallible at some point or may be I'm wrong in finding love... And now after you I were started feeling perplexed between my thoughts and actions...

" Incomplete Morning like jigsaw puzzle finding a hug to feel completed and calmed as night..."

Your absence taught me "It's more important to feel love than to be loved"

Some feelings were ineffable and some rewinds were hard to paused..!

🎶 Only know you love her when you let her go and you let her go 🎶

sunsets are gone so far ,

busy in counting stars

Am I autophile?

Or heart breaks made me a loner personality?

I know my words are mistime

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[abhinav002]

Desperate for love

Life has 2 phases called death and love is it life lies in only two of these stuffs, what happend after death no one knows, and no one exactly know what love is

For me definition of love changes day by day

Needed feel of air

Prime moments in my head, and

goosebumps in my hand,

and all mischiefs of weathers

La vie on rose on my ears

and all the wait , yes its matter

Isn't it love..

Falling for someone, making days to nights, and after finding pleased of moments and in the end still find urself broken but and we again started finding love

Is this makes us desperate for love?

or

before death

It makes us feel how important to be someone's soft corner...