अब तू ही मुझे समझा कि तेरी रज़ा क्या है ऐ दिल तुझे समझाते हुए थक गया हूँ मैं Ab tu hi mujhe samjha ki teri raza kya hai Ae dil tujhe samjhate hue thak gaya hun main I’m tired of trying to make you see Old fool, what do you want of me?
Love is the journey from idealisation to dehumanisation.
Borrowed joy, Words that soar, Smiles aplenty, Grins galore. Temporary, Not my own. When will you, Recall your loan?
A moment of courage A moment of doubt A quick look within A quicker without And then you are with me And now I’m alone And that’s how I forget All words that I’ve known
Is it better to be loved for your strengths or your faults? Strengths attract people but they eventually want you weak…faults attract people but never for the right reasons.
He’s in love with her love…
Beware those who’re quick to love.
The hottest love is soonest cold The higher stakes, the faster fold Love is bodies, bought and sold A bastard trade o’erlain with gold
Love is a naked, bloody mess.
Victo over at doctorly asked a question in her recent post. Does sex lead to happiness or is happiness in sex because two people feel close enough to have and enjoy sex? I don’t think I’ve answered that question, but I re-read my reply and found it mad enough to post it myself, for those … Continue reading