The white t-shirt sticks to his body, Gripping every curve of his muscles he has built, While his longish hair is curled up, Giving it a twist. He shakes it off at me, Teasing me before he even comes close, I only grin at him, As I read him like a prose. His stubble tickles my neck, While he leaves kisses of droplets, He smells like rain and now, me, Living an unforgettable scene. song in the background: tum se hi from jab we met

Since sleep stayed away for most of the night, And you are away for your reasons too, The moon and I talk and talk, About everything...

Ek naam jo atka hua hai, Zehan mein kal se yun, Kyu yaad aa raha hai, Achanak se tu?

I've been living in the universe of this Colleen Hoover quote since last night: Sometimes you have to choose between a bunch of wrong...

You are just like gravity, To all the emotions, For even if I wander away, I come right back to you. for moon that comes back to earth,...