Soothe Your Souls

Thankful to you is the coquettish aura your mesmerizing eyes enkindle while glimpsing down the heaven.         Thankful to you is the erotic ambience that ravishing smile gives rise to while that sensuous fringe of your hair bestows a kiss upon one of those beguiling dimples with such fragility and grace.         Thankful to you is the concupiscent mood those passionate lips set the world upon while eagerly waiting for the most deserving twins it desires to greet.         Thankful to you are your outfits craving to be upon you forever, just like any other being, for the fascinating temptation you are.                             

That one little yet lethal smile that can demolish everyone's sorrows. The biggest of the hearts one can ever have. The one who owns the hearts of admirers. One who won't hesitate taking a stand for buddies and loved ones no matter what. The one with immense courage. Such personality - Such soul - Such grace? Congrats. You're the one.

The one in front of whom you can be yourself, the one in front of whom you won't have to fake kindness or won't have to act sweet, the one who shall want you to express rather than impress, the one who'll be impressed by not what you speak but what you are, the one who'll bring out the best in you - the real you - that'll be the one..!

She was beautiful, but not like those girls in the magazines. She was beautiful for the way she thought.She was beautiful for that sparkle in her eyes when she talked about something she loved. She was beautiful for her ability to make other people smile even when she was sad. No, she wasn't beautiful for something as temporary as her looks. She was beautiful deep down her soul.              He was handsome, but not like the guys on the cover pages. He was handsome for the way he respected girls. He was handsome in being there when everyone left her. He was handsome not for his looks but for the man he was, deep down his soul.

His voice was like a blanket of stars filling her skies that she lay under and wished upon. Her voice was like a moonlight ray falling on him that tended to keep him awake all night. Neither her charisma nor his sanctity helped them ignite a fire in the darkness. Hope, the only ray of light, kept them going.

Love isn't being together in the end. It's something beyond that. Praying for one's wishes & happiness and ignoring ours, is love. Even though we may not be one's wish or the reason to one's happiness. Love is, respecting one's likes, which may not include us. Love is, letting one achieve what one loves, with utmost selflessness, making sure one stays happy,  be it without us, which never really matters.