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  • sumit_georgian 1w

    You talkin about ego..

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    बस इतनी सी बात समंदर को खल गयी
    एक कागज़ की नाव मुझपर कैसे चल गयी

  • sumit_georgian 2w

    If Gratitude were enough,
    I’d fill the oceans with mine for having you
    If laughter were enough,
    I’d make you laugh till your last breath,
    Just so I can hear that beautiful sound for eternity
    If dancing was enough,
    I’d waltz and foxtrot with you till your feet hurt
    If tenderness was enough,
    I’d then spend the rest of the day massaging those feet
    Just so I can take the aching away
    If life were enough,
    I’d trade mine for yours in a heartbeat
    Just so you can live to fulfil all your heart’s desires,
    As all I want for you is your never-ending joy, Your gentleness, coyness, kindness
    And if love were enough,
    I’d love you in and out of time,
    As I love you from this day onwards,
    I will love you beyond my final breath

  • sumit_georgian 2w

    Aaj ki baat phir nahi hogi
    Yeh mulaakaat phir nahi hogi
    Aise baadal toh phir bhi aayenge
    Aisi barsaat phir nahi hogi

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    Pass aao to tumko lagayein gale
    Muskurate ho kyun door se dekh kar

    Yun hi guzre agar yeh jawaani ke din
    Ham bhi pachchtayenge tum bhi pachchtaaoge

  • sumit_georgian 2w

    Love is telling someone to go to Hell
    but hoping they get there safely.

  • sumit_georgian 3w

    In matters of style swim with the current
    In matters of principle stand like a rock
    ©sumit_georgian

  • sumit_georgian 4w

    Voice of love

    How does Love speak?
    In the faint flush upon the telltale cheek,
    And in the pallor that succeeds it; by
    The quivering lid of an averted eye–
    The smile that proves the parent to a sigh
    Thus doth Love speak.

    How does Love speak?
    By the uneven heart-throbs, and the freak
    Of bounding pulses that stand still and ache,
    While new emotions, like strange barges, make
    Along vein-channels their disturbing course;
    Still as the dawn, and with the dawn’s swift force–
    Thus doth Love speak.

    How does Love speak?
    In the avoidance of that which we seek–
    The sudden silence and reserve when near–
    The eye that glistens with an unshed tear–
    The joy that seems the counterpart of fear,
    As the alarmed heart leaps in the breast,
    And knows, and names, and greets its godlike guest–
    Thus doth Love speak.

    How does Love speak?
    In the proud spirit suddenly grown meek–
    The haughty heart grown humble; in the tender
    And unnamed light that floods the world with splendor;
    In the resemblance which the fond eyes trace
    In all fair things to one beloved face;
    In the shy touch of hands that thrill and tremble;
    In looks and lips that can no more dissemble–
    Thus doth Love speak.

    How does Love speak?
    In the wild words that uttered seem so weak
    They shrink ashamed in silence; in the fire
    Glance strikes with glance, swift flashing high and higher,
    Like lightnings that precede the mighty storm;
    In the deep, soulful stillness; in the warm,
    Impassioned tide that sweeps through throbbing veins,
    Between the shores of keen delights and pains;
    In the embrace where madness melts in bliss,
    And in the convulsive rapture of a kiss—
    Thus doth Love speak.

  • sumit_georgian 5w

    Maybe that's why only two imperfect people should fall in love

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    My mom once told me: "Everytime you forgive her, she will love you a little more, but you will stop loving her, so the day she loves you the most you will not feel anything for her anymore.
    ©sumit_georgian

  • sumit_georgian 5w

    First love

    I ne’er was struck before that hour

       With love so sudden and so sweet,

    Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower

       And stole my heart away complete.

    My face turned pale as deadly pale,

       My legs refused to walk away,

    And when she looked, what could I ail?

       My life and all seemed turned to clay.


    And then my blood rushed to my face

       And took my eyesight quite away,

    The trees and bushes round the place

       Seemed midnight at noonday.

    I could not see a single thing,

       Words from my eyes did start—

    They spoke as chords do from the string,

       And blood burnt round my heart.


    Are flowers the winter’s choice?

       Is love’s bed always snow?

    She seemed to hear my silent voice,

       Not love's appeals to know.

    I never saw so sweet a face

       As that I stood before.

    My heart has left its dwelling-place

       And can return no more.

  • sumit_georgian 5w

    Some random logics
    Nothing spcl to write

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    Some people spread happiness wherever they go
    And some whenever they go

  • sumit_georgian 5w

    No words to describe it,
    It feels so good to be back home after almost a year

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    Going home is a journey,
    Homecoming an emotion
    ©sumit_georgian