♥ यह शब्द नही भावना है, ज़रा महसूस करके देखो!♥

Very well said!!  <—— I read the article on Is Human Love worship?. Here is my reply!

Pic by Tosha

Yes I’d like to add to the point ….

Love is not a relation. in words of Osho, “Love relates, Love is a fleeting experiance.” Read the rest of this entry »

 *Pic By Tosha*

Seems a place of intrest to me. very nice blog and very good poetry.Here I can go an talking on breath and the NO fear of death. Its very very important …. to breath out the worries… the past and the unpleasent. Its very important to breath in the joy, the life and the Read the rest of this entry »

Love is not a relation …. LOVE RELATES!!

Love is like a chemical reaction in the brain …. Chain of reactions … resulting in N number of feelings … likeness, lust, desire, passion, attraction, falling and giving up … comes to everyone in just different phases … n uncertain order.

It’s the dedication and commitment that makes love last forever. The dedication and commitment has to come in package with freedom. Freedom for Read the rest of this entry »

In the middle of the night
Under the starry skies
Fragrance of love all around
As right by my side is you Read the rest of this entry »

In love we go so blind
Forget reality, get off our mind

Love i can feel inside out
Love for me is never a hideout

I love you this is all i need to know
Love me, and i need you to show

Believe me together we can make it
We will built our castle bit by bit

The world is not always a happy place
Yet with you all bliss i embrace

Be with me day and night
All i feel for you is just so right

We will together sing our song
We will live with a smile all along

I want to be alone for some time
Away from this mad street of crowed
I want to fall in love all over again
The joyous love that makes me proud

Come in my arms my darling
Let us hibernate in lobe and solitude
Emotions and passion are on fire
I’ll take you far from world of attitude

The innocence in your eyes is bliss from heaven
And is heavenly bliss our togetherness
Blooms afresh every season, our love
You are the better half of me, I must confess