When you love the ones with all your crystal clear heart and in return there is only a bunch of sharp edged thorns.
You give them love in real but like green snakes, they hide beneath those green grasses and cruelty is what they gift you.
Love is a cure to poisonous hearts but i guess nature has bestowed few of the best.
Love is now play cards
To win heart with tender smile
And chisel life aback.
Love can't be define as it is the way of living a life and letting it spread in the air.
Love can be the way of living a life with package of hatred behind the door of roses.
Such an unfortunate ones are those full of hatred when loving is so contentious.
The world only lives with cracked hearts, when love has been merged with voluminous drops of hatred.
Love can't be filled with contamination but can absorb and burst into pure affection.
No! Love can be contaminated with all sort of noxious particles.
We all are having heart and we all are same in the way we breath so how can one harm oneself.
Harming is just the best world can do to loving minds, we deceive orange by peeling off its back and sucking away it sweetness.
Loving is the sinking of deep into ocean where infinite feelings grow with almost breathless beeps.
Black hearts said love is like waking up from countless and uncertain dreams.
Without knowing or knowingly harmed we all existed in the world full definite and overwhelming blessing called LOVE.
Huda Tarik and Yusuf BM
