Life is a beautiful mess filled with our failed attempts at solving problems and completing the remaining empty pages of life.
Saving the people we love by hurting the ones who care.
Improved and Published: Swar Vohra
If I were the sky, I’d rain when you’d cry,
I’d look at you where ever you’d go, protect you from the harmful eye.
I’d fill your life with colors of mine,
Be it orange, yellow or slightly lime.
If I were the sky, I’d be blue,
To spread the sunshine for you.
I’d never let darkness come in touch with you,
My moon will always be there with you.
If I were the sky, I’d give myself all of the pain,
So that with those tears, I’d see you dancing in the rain.
If I were the sky, My clouds would take you on cloud nine,
Where I would be yours and you will be mine.
Helping credits: Vishnav Chhabra
Heading Credits : http://www.astravia1935.wordpress.com (Khushboo Aggarwal)
Writing Credits :Swar Vohra
“I don’t know what to say” he said.
“It’s okay”, she said. “I know what we were, I know what we are – and I also know what we are not.”
Says the Lord
She talks about galaxies and skies.
She is so jumpy that it seems she flies.
Her eyes are bigger than the universe.
Her tears flow directly from the rivers.
Her skin radiates sunshine.
Her smile curves like a coastline.
Her touch makes flowers grow.
Her fingers paint the lives with rainbow.
Her back can carry mountains.
Her hair scatters like fountains.
She plants gardens with her words.
She sings like the morning birds.
She is the ocean that needs to be explored.
She is the beautiful nature which needs to be adored.