How tormenting it is to be a friend of beautiful woman

Is there really a better use of my time than making you a coffee?

Men want to be killed by the things they love

Give men love, he'd trade his happiness

How utterly selfless it is of me, To love you this much, This endlessly.
How utterly stupid it is of me, To still keep worshipping you, While you don't even belong to me, So devotedly.
How utterly foolish it is of me, To still wait for you, Even though I know you'll not be mine, Even though I'll never get you for me. How I wish, I could be selfish, So selfish when it comes to you, I wish you were all mine, And nobody's.

If my love brought you here, just imagine if it works out.

Me (old school hopeless romantic) in search of true love in a world of speed dating, two-timing and hookup culture

A breeze caught the kite.
It's tail of hearts wait back home.

ki kabhi uske bare mein sochta hun toh kho sa jata hun, uski woh khubsurat aankhen, woh aankho mein jaab dekhta hun toh ek alag duniya mein pohch jata hun, ek aisi duniya jo kisi ne nahi dekhi, na kabhi socha, woh duniya jismein mein apna ghar basa lun, woh duniya jis se mein kabhi na wapas aaun..

People always confuse love (प्रेम) with attachment (मोह), love is born out of compassion while attachment is born out of arrogance. you love without expecting nothing in return but with attachment comes expectations and when expectations are unfulfilled, you are bound to get hurt. love frees you while attachment binds you. love is one of the purest things to ever exist. when you love a person, you will wish the best for them even when you're not the one making them happy, but with attachment, you would to be the reason behind their happiness and all the good things that may happen to them. attachment comes from fear while love makes you fearless, attachment is selfish and love is selfless.

the pain, the agony, the grief
can i give it to someone?
will someone take it?
to whom it belongs
if no one claims it
like orphan
fate accepts everything
why cannot i be fate for myself
will i grow, will i thrive?
will i be like those scattered seed
that become beautiful plants
without dedicated nurturing?
only way to know is to live
is to experience

Timothee is mood

This song will drown me in its sound,
Like waves that rise too high to flee,
Each lyric wraps me, pulling down,
Until the sea takes hold of me.

Tere pyaar mein Dil haar ke, maine kya paaya, kya gawaya....

Tell me where not to go, I'll go there only

"The heart was made to be broken. Time and time again, it shatters into pieces that can never fully be put back together. Each break leaves a scar, a reminder that no matter how much you try to shield yourself, pain finds a way in. It's inescapable, and you’re left to carry the fragments of what was once whole, wondering if love is nothing more than the prelude to inevitable suffering."

Stay~

She seems like the type who has it all together. The kind who laughs easily, who speaks with wisdom far beyond her years. From the outside, can never guess that behind that composed smile is someone who feels everything so deeply. But when I started knowing her, i started to notice the cracks-the way the smallest things get under her skin, the way she overthinks every word, every glance, every silence. It's not that she's fragile; it's that her heart is wired to care too much, to notice what others miss.

Being this way is both her strength and her weakness. She'll laugh off the world's problems but cry over a comment that didn't sit right. She'll tell everything is fine when inside she's fighting a storm of insecurities and emotions that she doesn't even fully understand. And while others might brush it off, she feels it all-every small wound leaves a lasting mark. But does that make her weak? No. It makes her human, in the most painfully beautiful way.

Loving someone like her isn't always easy. She'll need constant reassurance, she'll second-guess her worth, and she'll get sad over things you'd never even think twice about. But here's the thing- seeing past the surface and appreciate her sensitivity, and understanding that her love is just as deep as her pain. She may seem difficult, but I'm lucky enough to love someone like her, and these little things doesn't push me away- I let them be the reason for my stay.