Love....

Love is like Bombay rains...

It's unexpected,untimely but always welcome....

You'd keep your umbrella away,your guards down...

And love would crawl in with no Knocks ,an unknown ETA and pour it's all colours on you...

Love is a bright shade of crimson pouring in the faded colours of your existence...Repairing parts of you ,you didn't know were damaged..

Dil ye dil aawara sa tha
Dil ye dil banzaara sa tha
Jab se mili  hai panah ishq ki
Yeh dil jaise jeena laga zindagi

It brings out a pallete of colours you'd  have never seen..It brings out parts of you from a dimension,you didn't know it was possible to escape to..

When love comes the spaces inside your heart no longer try to fill themselves..It fills itself in every nook and corner of the void in your heart..

It's just not a feeling..It's a person..It's the rise and fall of your breath when you are with them..It's the little gestures that become big..It's finally you lowering your guards and allowing love to exist..

Jabse sahara hai tera mila
Raaton ko jaise savera mila
Khaali zameen thi bas door tak
Tu mila tho mila raasta..

Before love ,you would believe miracles don't work that way..Prayers are not made without conscious thought and yet here you stand looking at what seems like a prayer that you never made come true..

Jaadu sa karne lagi hai
yeh aashiqui  hai tumhari
Tera karun mein shukriya
Ehsaan jo tune kiya

Love is like Bombay rains,you'd  never ask for it,but when it comes it paints you in all its glory.... Beautiful..In every way...

Tu mila tho jee utha
Tu mila tho mili mujhe
Zindagi ki har wajah.

Hello ppl..As I said  already I'm back with a different genre story...I'm trying something like this for the first time...It's something about ICT itself..So,pls do give a shot and pour all your love...

Lots of love..