bhaavna arora

A moth is sacrificed to the candle and for the thirsty a spring, A true lover is a sacrifice to the loved one be it a pauper or a king. For being in love no one can give the reasons,

I measured time between his absence and presence, I tried to listen to my heart That was not ready to part And now I measure time that prolongs our distance. Like a lunatic, I waited for the full moon…

Do we really know What we are fighting for……………….? ………….. Dressing up like men? Or……….Drinking and smoking like men?

When Cheats connived to fleece my fortune, Drums beaten to sully my name, Hounds unleashed to lick my flesh, Blood deceived to bleed my soul,

Let’s transfigure ourselves into Phoenix, To let our endings and beginnings mix. Let love be no longer the villain, But our consort for ages million.

Why women are not good drivers? As we were getting late for a party, I hurriedly locked the doors behind us after picking up the car keys. When I opened the door of the car to get into the driver’…