The love of sisters needs no words. It does not depend on memories, or mementos, or proof. It runs as deep as a heartbeat. It is as ever-present as a pulse❤️
Enjoy Every Movement of life!
The love of sisters needs no words. It does not depend on memories, or mementos, or proof. It runs as deep as a heartbeat. It is as ever-present as a pulse❤️
उसे जाते हुये मैंने रोका बहोत था
ये दिल अपनी सफाई मे चीखा बहोत था ,
जिस शफ मे खड़े थे हम अपनी सच्चाई लेके
उसमे झूठ बिका बहोत था ।
मैं थक गया था अपनी सफाई देके
पर रकीब का फसाना भरी बहोत था ।
……….अजय महायच .
If he would love me like the ocean loved it’s wave,
I would forever be those highest waves.
But, he choose to stay at shore.