You're one of my life's pillars. Since we met you blessed me with care, support, guidance, love, happiness and much more I lack words to express how much you gifted me everyday. You're best in every way. We have shared everything and talked about plethora of emotions and realities. We shared a bond which has every emotion and experience. Like a mother you have taught me what's right and what's wrong even though sometimes I fail to follow, sorry for that but yeah everytime I accept your sayings in my heart. Like a sister you always supported me, made me laugh in days I feel low, like a friend you listened to all my nonsenses. You called me Chuha and you're my bhootu didu . You blessed me a sweet little sister which is double of my age in maturity. Thanks for coming in my life, I am not able to say how I'm feeling today at this special day of yours.
May God bless you with all the happiness of this Universe May the moon love you more than you love her and sing BTS songs for you as you're a mesmerizing melophile
May the success always drape your pathways like autumnal leaves
Girte hue patton ke aayamon mein ek naya vasant khila Chand baitha tha jab udas ek pyara sa farishta use mila Aankhon me noor sitaron sa aur jazbaat chandani se liye Wo aayi ik sukhad sawan si jisme sukoon is dhara ko mile
Happy Birthday to You
Have a blast today whole day
Always keep smiling cute si behena
Agr ab emotional hui to ye emoji tmse cheen lunga hmesha ke liye or ye gift kr dunga savage didu
Party dene jaldi se aao mere pas wait kar rha hu
And always remember one thing you're the best. I know you're my sister just like me an oasis of overthinking but from today onwards please let this habit fade and enjoy the life to fullest with sweet smiles
I remember when @dazzolis introduced you to me. We talked less as an elder brother and sister but more as a friend where you were my guide. The maturity lessons you taught me and the way you supported me I can't ever thank you enough. My cute Ut patang kaam karne wali sister I still holds you in special memories that you shared with me. You came to meet me when I needed you always. I miss you everyday. Please come back soon I miss you.
May God bless you with all your desires and dreams
Many many happy returns of the day @bad_habit behena
She is the queen of dares and I met her on a truth and dare post only in my initial days. Her replies and her humour is beyond my imagination. A night owl like me who always replies to my comments when I used to read at night . You blessed me with your sisterhood. I still remember how many proposals you have made me write in dares I'll take revenge when I'll be free. Till then have a blast a style queen, princess of love and sad posts, a chhutku.
May Allah bless you with all happiness and success of the Universe
I strolled in blue boulevard of bleak beliefs betwixt hazy hope and homesick hiraeth descrying dusks draping countless cloud in canopy of crimson clavicles coveting for compassion in moribund mortals.
Springs shed, summers sepulchered, monsoon muffled, autumn asphyxiated, winters withered in lane of loneliness where laughing lads and longing lasses lost seeking souvenirs of solicitude.
I coralled cherry blossomed conscience to craft a chaplet of chuckles on corners of chaotic crescents which might led to euphoric exaggeration or elgiac emergence draped in the duvet of inevitable impermanence.
Heavy hearts traipsing on tired toes tumbled at tipsy tenderness in entwining epoch whilst the milestone mumbled memories of monotony still jasmin jotted juvenescence in jilted journey of jocund jubilance.
You once told me the sanguine sky is mysterious beholding blankness of birth beseeching stars to scintillate as if deceased dears dwell in its core crooning to creator for concealing our clangers, bestowing blessings for our hearts.
You once told me the fairytales of faith which felt like forever is a spring's sun which solaces soul slivered with sips and pukes of pain but the solitary nights nibbling my nerves revealed it to be the waning moon which whispers wails and withering wishes in winter's freezing festoon.
You once told me love is lavenderous like petrichoric pauses of mythical monsoon which smells for seasons betwixt benevolent bossoms reverberating with ripples of reminiscences simile to the aroma of cardamom tea perspired in corsages of cherubic clavicles.
You once told me dazzling dawns dotes darkest dusks under the autumnal acer embracing euphoric epoch of the lass latched in limits, lust and lockiophobia scratching her skin with stings of surmises craving for a cloud to condense and cwtch her cologned crevices burgeoning bluebells of belief.
You once told me to drape scars with beige roses and grow by wrapping remains of upheaval. But fear flaunt cobwebs betwixt thorns, which are afraid of prickling skin in delirious way amidst orchard that is, for you, lethal.
You once told me, poets are bohemians sculpting domicile for every trespasser walking inside the vast colony of their poetries, now that I roam on the lanes of unheard stories, light transpire within me every day while darkness fail to step amidst my allegories.
You once told me to bloom sunflowers in backyard of my house, you said people pass withered flowers to others & keep blossoming once in their own caskets. Little did I knew this world runs on the chariot of beautiful hearts but deep- inside survive on else's flesh.
You once told me, this journey is more about relishing on the bounty it carries than arriving at the destination we are meant to be, so I fly everywhere my heart wants before this wings reach at the shoreline of dreams, which is stitched to the vast sea. ~Purva
If only time was one of those, sublime dew drops, that seeped through your skin, when we sat in the grass, with untouched tears in our eyes, and half broken hearts.
Did you know me then? I never asked you, because oh! how it feels like we've known, us, ourselves, for a little longer, than we actually did.
But time is nothing but a hallucination, beautiful as you always (are) were, a tragic illusion that stays for a while, and it feels like it'll always do, but alas! not a blink it takes, for it to flee away. I thought I could grasp you, under the strength of my arms, but your wrists homed butterflies, too fragile and surreal, to hold on to.
Only fools try to stop, the love and time that flees, laughing maniacal laughter, that hides under the tight shadow, of hypnotic dreams, and a thread that binds, pathetics with one another.