The night speaks quitely in my ear,and feels heavy on my heart. For now I know I will be taken away into a land not my own.
That only belong to the keeper himself,so no matter how many tears fall on my pillow,or how many fitful words I utter, the nightmares fridged tendrils still grasp my breathless soul…
I like your style......
did u write it uoyrself?
Kay hum tu Dhoop main baarishh kay woh qatray hain jo gir ker, dar-o-deevar per hi sookh jaatay hain.....
Yes, and thank you!