https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fnHlRQZZbbY&list=PL8F17C150B752DFD2&index=2

Who’s she?
A bit moody
A bit foodie
But that’s fine,
Because she’s mine.

Who’s she?
Sometimes strong,
Sometimes wrong,
But that’s fine,
Because she’s mine.

Who’s she?
Always drives me crazy,
Always she’s lazy,
But that’s fine,
Because she’s mine.

Who’s she?
She always make me smile,
She always distracts me with her own style,
But that’s fine,
Because she’s mine.

Who’s she?
Always  hungry
Sometimes angry,
But that’s fine,
Because she’s mine.

Who’s she?
She makes my life complete,
She makes my heart beat,
But that’s fine,
Because she’s mine.
                -Darsh Parekh

Reciprocating the thankfulness.

I know it is sighed heart which is learning to grow up.
It is on the move with a smile cladded in lyrics of a forgotten tune.

O melancholy piano music,
O bittersweet music,
O soulful piano music,
O aching string music,
O low emotional music!

I have seen your gnawing sadness and have felt your sincere creativity.
The perpetual ability to notice your credibility is hastening my mind to be
more quick.

Please come and don't delay in giving me your transparent hug!


Shivpriya-
#beautifulthingsandemotions

they won’t miss me
she whispers as she pours
another pill in her hand

they won’t miss me
he mutters as he ties the
knot of the rope that will
be his end

they won’t miss me
she laughs ironically as
she loads the gun

they won’t miss me
he sighs as he picks up
the knife

i wish it didn’t have to be like this
they all cry

but now
it’s too late
the pills gone
the rope knotted
the gun loaded
and
the knife stained.

my soles are copper nearly
black, pudgy and blistering
heels cracked from heat
and hateful words,
my hands aren’t much better.
I soak them with epsom salts and tears
some nights I ask the sky,
why have you given me empathy -
what can I do with it
in a country soaked in blood?