Sometimes, I feel sorry for you. I’m not there to hold you, and this clouded sky do not let you talk to the moon.
NIKITA GANDHISometimes, I feel sorry for you. I’m not there to hold you, and this clouded sky do not let you talk to the moon.
NIKITA GANDHIThe sound of those crickets still drowns me in the summer fantasy.
NIKITA GANDHIThe journey of fire begins, survives and ends with air.
NIKITA GANDHIIn the story, I was the woman of words, where you couldn’t be a man of actions. At least my words weren’t a lie.
NIKITA GANDHIOur noses mingled, even though we had sharp differences. Yet we kept on fighting, over minor preferences.
NIKITA GANDHISurviving is to overcome a hurting wound living is to see your face each morning.
NIKITA GANDHIIt is hard holding a spot in your body that doesn’t want you.
NIKITA GANDHIThe lotus grows out of the mud. Love the lotus; do not love the mud.
NIKITA GANDHII couldn’t experience an end with you, because you have always been a beginning to something new every day.
NIKITA GANDHISometimes it’s suffocating by being surrounded by happiness and not being able to feel it.
NIKITA GANDHIDo not insist me to let you go, you come half hearted like a crescent moon, and you go heart-filled like a full moon which glows.
NIKITA GANDHIStop changing things in a way they are not meant to be.
NIKITA GANDHISometimes its suffocating by being surrounded with happiness and not being able to feel it.
NIKITA GANDHII don’t want to show my body to the ones, who often close their eyes, when it’s time to praise the beauty of my mind and soul.
NIKITA GANDHIYou make sunlight doubt its role in winters as you set my body on fire.
NIKITA GANDHIWhat good you did in separating those petals from a rose show some efforts in separating it’s thorns.
NIKITA GANDHI