Humanitarian 💙
Share with friendsNow I am scared of people who go the extra mile for me, like the girl spreading love which she never witnessed or the stranger making sure I'm fine on watching watery eyes or the tea seller's kid giving me the fallen ₹10 note. They are all kind people and I don't fall in love - I fall in kindness
You are bougainvillea, my love. Growing in the broken vase of my heart. I can see you are confused, and your errant branches covers all the stories I wish I was a hero in. Here's a question, Here's the only question - "If given a chance, will you still grow in the same vase? Again?"
Met her. Talked. Cried. Laughed. And now I feel small and inconsequential again. Why do I do this to myself? Have I not any self respect? Anyway, the heart-burn is gone for a minute.
And now This heart Is angry. So this heart paints itself black And decides Tonight This heart will make you jealous. This heart is broken But it will not shatter.