Those desperate times

You came into my life Like a spring comes around Bringing colors With the freshness of flowers That blooms all through the season Unblemished, dazzling in the sun Rejuvenate the magnificence it surrounds With an aroma that holds you enslaved. This is how you came into my life Like a spring comes around. 

Under the same sky You and I... Lying beside With caresses of Your hands, on mine. The chirping sound and of deep breaths This is a happy place I wanna have.

She is a glorious one With mesmerizing eyes The kohl she wears Creates enchanting spark With eyes that talks and smile. God's creation Everyone admires. But now she wears different Sunglasses covering that charm. At times blue, at times black, The darkest shade she could wear Trying to hide the wounds Those beautiful eyes now hold.

My baby, my sister One day, when I four My parents came home, With a baby girl I looked at them, With an ocean of questions in my eyes. "Look! She is your l'il sister" And gave me a glimpse of her. I saw her, tiny and delicate Face to pink and pale. Hands and legs so small. Lips so soft and pea-size ears. Eyes so sparkling, with charms in it. Never seen anything so beautiful To flutter my heart, for so long. There she was a gift, a precious one. My baby, my sister! She grew up an inch by inch, Year by year And I wouldn’t spare a moment To be with her, play with her. Or at times just watch her sleep. When she first held my hand, that moment That very moment, Made me her protector, her slave! I raised a baby on my own And I called her my sister. She is the one full of mischief, That never fails to put a smile on me. With heart of gold and purity in her soul Sometimes stubborn, sometimes full of anger

"I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close." Enchanting, isn't it? Pablo Neruda, no matter what piece I read of his work, it always grows onto me like a wildflower - in the garden of my soul.  ❤ Love really is such a feeling that makes you do unimaginable things. It's a world that no one wants to leave. An era no one wants to end. A frozen moment no one wants to break. It enchants you like those fireflies in a deep dark forest, glowing in the dark, taking you into its magical world and thus making you forget about the fear of being in the dark. Be in love. No matter in what form. Love is the best thing that keeps us together and holds us from all the dirt. Love can be anything. Love in relat

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