Abstruse one

"sometimes home can be another person " Loving you was like going to war I never came back the same. I don't remember falling i n love with you. I just remember holding your hand realizing how much it was going to hurt when I would have to let it go. I am jealous of people who get to see you everyday. "In a room full of art, I'd still stare at you" The world is ugly but you're beautiful to me... One person and thousand Feelings and words "And their is big part of me that wishes I never met you .I preferred the emptiness in me when I didn't knew it was there" Have you really moved on or you just get used to pain?

What’s the reason behind the insomania that’s happening almost each and every day  This question was haunting my mind every single second. Is this the anxiety of having great travelling experiences to the best corners of the country,  or its the excitement of winning close matches for my team by breaking the stumps. A deep analysis which was going on with my pacified breathes and heartbeats. There was something that still haunts the deepest trenches of my heart and mind, something that is scratching the wounds and something which I can feel but can’t touch.  IT IS YOU !!! The ghosts of pasts or the expectations of future are just nothing but the brainchild of our own inner self, and its just the matter of choice to whom we prefer to give our time and energy. But in midst of all these thoughts one thing is slipping and skipping out from our range, that is  PRESENT.  The most beautiful gift we have is to utilise the gift or the present, what mother na...