Those were the times, when the love stories were so innocent..
Simi
The gestures were blended with admirable poise.
Contrary to the loud display of sentiments like the present,
Love managed to exist, with no expectations, no ego, no noise…!!”
It’s a penumbra gently vanishing, a palette of colors or a melody charismatic and allure.
Life has a miraculous grandeur but we all interpret it our way, ’cause all it’s endeavours are obscure.
When we can’t render any extra breath to anyone or ourselves, we have no right to take it away,
It’s precious, it’s never going to rewind, you can strive as much as you may. “
Simi
“The silvery dusk, of that chiseled hour, had deep harmonies all unsaid,
The euphonious twilight, was ambiguous, but the amour can never be misread.”
Simi
Simi says... 