Best wishes, dear sister
So sorry am I, that I can't be there
On what is probably the biggest day of your life
After all, getting a US visa is quite tough
However, for you, am I so happy
Aakash is indeed an amazing ally!

Best wishes, dear sister
Aakash is such a dear
May the two of you have a great life
You, I am sure, will be an excellent wife
May you both be there for each other
Through good and bad times
May you learn a lot of things from each other
And may your love blossom
Into something as everlasting as change
And may you infinitely expand your range!!

Best wishes, dear sister
So proud am I, to be your brother
May you and Aakash have the grandest wedding
And on you, may the Almighty shower his blessings
Have a blast and take care
May this beautiful pair stay happy forever!!

In the dim light of a room, shadows cling tight,
A girl faces her fate, Stage III breast cancer in sight.
With courage so soft, and grace in her eyes,
She endures each day as her life slowly dies.

Her beauty, unspoken, her spirit so bright,
Yet no one dared to love, no tender delight.
Men admired her grace, but their fear held them back,
Unable to see the love in her heart’s quiet track.

Then from nowhere, a stranger came near,
A man whose gaze was both kind and sincere.
He loved her fiercely, despite her cruel fate,
His love untouched by the shadows of hate.

Now, as the days drift away like sand in the breeze,
She sings a prayer, her heart begging please.
“God, grant me more time to cherish his grace,
To hold him close, to see his sweet face.”

“Let not my end come before I’ve seen,
More moments with him, where our love can convene.
For in his arms, I’ve found what’s true,
A love so deep, so pure, so new.”

With each note, her plea rises high,
A song of love, a soul’s desperate cry.
“Give me a few more days,” she pleads in pain,
“To be with him, to hold him again.”

Her voice falters, a whisper in the night,
A prayer of love, a final fight.
In the silence that follows, tears fall free,
For the love she cherishes and the life she longs to see.

True love is like a gentle breeze,
It brings warmth and comfort with ease.
It's not just a feeling, it's a commitment,
A bond that withstands any predicament.

True love is patient, it's kind,
It's the peace that soothes your mind.
It's not about grand gestures or show,
But about being there, through highs and lows.

True love is a partnership, a team,
It's building dreams and chasing a gleam.
It's about respect, trust, and care,
A love that's genuine and rare.

True love is not perfect, it's true,
But it's real and honest, through and through.
It's the laughter, the tears, the joy,
A love that lasts, without any ploy.

So cherish true love, hold it tight,
For it's a beacon in the darkest night.
What true love means to me, you see,
Is simply being there, for you and me.

Love.
A force unyielding,
The strongest of all,
It lifts us high, never lets us fall,
Proudly it stands,
Yet, why do some people see it as a weakness?
Is it truly a strength, or a delicate veil?

I strongly believe love to be the most powerful,
The closest thing to magic.
A spell that binds us, unbreakable.
Yet, why do some people choose ambition over love?
When someone is ready to devote their all,
How do you deny the call?

"Long distance is hard"
NO. It is not,
Not for me,
Not for hearts which can truly beat as one,
Those who know the depths,
I will give up my soul to be with you,
To be near you, to hold you so close,
Just let me love you,
Let me love you.

I will stand by you through storm and calm,
I will be your warmth on the coldest nights,
I will be your epiphany in moments of doubt,
To show you love is never weak,
But the strongest of all,
Just let me be,
Let me be.

I always think to myself,
Will I ever find love's true wealth?
That all-consuming, eternal flame,
Everyone finds, but not the same.

I crave a man, not a childish boy,
One who brings more than fleeting joy.
I need a man who'd love through the storm,
Even if I transform, no longer warm.

He would still love me, I’d hold him tight,
He would still love me, through darkest night.
Would he? Could he? Stay by my side,
Through every storm, every tide?

What’s the point of love, if not to give your soul?
If not to make each other whole?
If you don't live for every shared glance,
What's the point of love, if you miss the dance?

What's the point of love, if lies prevail?
If you betray, then love will fail.
I will never comprehend such selfishness,
Deceitful hearts, no tenderness.

If that is love, then let me be,
Better off alone and free.

True love! After all,

the love potion was a fraud --


but who believes that?