Sensing You

Gloomy Eyes, Dim, And  Dull. Dusky ,What I see Everywhere Dozens Of Reasons Without so Reasonable, Ticking Boxes Like Clicking Selfies. Still Feeling Anxious , Impatient. Abiding All Conditions & Terms, Terms To Stay At A distance. Distance As Much as I can But You Are in the Every Blink of my eyes. Why I

Paint of You..

If I could paint someday, I would love to make a paint of you, if I could become a painter , You Will be The one To whom I want to paint on daily basis.. Because You are my favourite , Yes Allow Me to Paint you. The Paint Would look beautiful like a blooming

Full Moon..

Her Flair .. with some kind of magic evolved and leaving a bit of sparkle everywhere she looks, With a little bit of smile on her face filled with positivity , purity and warmness.. Her pinkish lips with the glossy eyeshades,with her blonde hair is a real treat to gaze her more and even more.

Fire Without a Smoke..

Thanks To That Messy Wall, Standing There Behind the Garage With a light more like a moon.. To support and withstand The load of two Passionate Bodies.. With hand over hand.. Feet above feet.. Lips Above And Under Lips.. Tongues Fighting to prove each other best .. Salvia Intermixed within the mouths, Like the Juices

On The Stage With You… A Love story

The stage of college fest was ready, and the whole crowd filled with students and their belongings have gathered, with all the Teaching and Non Teaching staff. the two individuals who never have had any talk were about to do the proceedings and the presentation for the first time. They knew each other by face

Pick Me Out of Many….

Pick me out of many, Place me in your favourites, Please me in the best of your times, Pardon me if I don’t Repeat the same. Pardon me if I don’t repeat the same….. Not because I can’t do , But because I can’t Express… I have my layers of Availability which is somehow practically

The Wrong Question : A Fictional Love Story

Riya, The Girl from New Delhi lives along with her father Prabhakar , she has recently completed her law degree and continuing her internship from the famous lawyer of the city, courtesy to her army retired Dad, she lost her mother Due to cancer during her law studies. Things going well and composed but Mr.Prabhakar

Puffy Cheeks!

In Love With your Puffy Cheeks, Yes You heard it right,Round Pinkish Cheeks Just So Soft And Smooth. Yes I Like It more when You smile ,And blush,Even When You Wink And Smirks. Feels like velvet Yet so slippery Sometimes it even troubles as I Get distracted,I just get stuck around , and tinged with

Fakhar & People !

At Some corner of the Junagarh railway station, A man called Fakhar Rizvi with a cigarette and shawl was waiting for his train, He was there for more than three hours, and still unsure about the arrival of his train , He sat , walked and ate a bit during the Waiting at the station,

Look At Me.

Hey Listen, Look at me, And Just keep Looking at me . Else Don’t Need to look at all. Yes, Don’t Need to look at all, Because Everyone is already looking at you, And I know how they look at you, They Look at you even from some distance, They are just obsessed of you,

I am not loving you , I Just …

No , I don’t love you, it is not like that , I just like your smile and smirk, I really don’t love you , I think I just like that eyes , yes big round & deep eyes, like a sea to swim… . Please don’t get me wrong with my acts, I really

Uncool Love. – The Fictional Story

In The Early 90’s, A village called Vayubagh (Fictional) was situated near the banks of river Gomti, With very low densed population, the most common occupation of the people was weaving. And the most richest man , of the village has been Najeer Ali , who was equipped with some good collateral assets, and Lands.