Getting entrapped in this word called
LOVE..

Love itself is not something beautiful as it seems to be ! It’s a myth!

Love is just like one’s irresistible feelings towards the other things and were unable to make any distinguishing between them and called it as LOVE
~preethi

Her poems are like a Sea,
Writing about her Soulmate
With full of anticipation and love
Dripping every letter from her pen
Her eyes are like camera
Capturing every beautiful moment of his in her own heart,
Her smiles are like pearls
Rejecting the diamonds in exchange for his pearls
And he is her life now
No matter what happens and
what gonna happens

~preethi

What are we upto? What is this tremendous amount of time and foolish energy is upto?

When this life is such a ring
Where every step still makes
Us stand In the circle?

What is our Ill gratitude for people is upto?
What’s our bravery to complain about things?

IN THE END ALL THE THINGS ARE LOST IN THE NEGLIGENCE AND DEATH...!

~preethi

Life needs more starry lights and bonfire nights at cabin
~preethi