The sound of those crickets still drowns me in the summer fantasy.
NIKITA GANDHIThe sound of those crickets still drowns me in the summer fantasy.
NIKITA GANDHIAny day can be Monday when you choose to start right.
NIKITA GANDHIThe lotus grows out of the mud. Love the lotus; do not love the mud.
NIKITA GANDHII thought butterflies are frail until they began to flit in my stomach.
NIKITA GANDHIMy freedom doesn’t end with you, it keeps expanding itself with its little invisible feathers, to grow into a phenomenon of never resting soul.
NIKITA GANDHIShe who has the courage to dive deep into the ocean will find the pearls.
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 GANDHIYou can’t measure, my love for you. I’m a victor. I steal you, from my very own self, every minute every day.
NIKITA GANDHIOur noses mingled, even though we had sharp differences. Yet we kept on fighting, over minor preferences.
NIKITA GANDHIAll I want for christmas is your warmth, near the firing woods. Cuddling on the chair, swinging in merry times, forgetting our bad lies.
NIKITA GANDHISurviving is to overcome a hurting wound living is to see your face each morning.
NIKITA GANDHIIf I’m sharing you with myself, I’m daring to share your thirst for warmth, your body and soul, even your mistakes gone wrong.
NIKITA GANDHIDarling, everything is likely to fall in place, only if you make up your mind to stay.
NIKITA GANDHIWith every new sunset, the sun fears that the waves might stop paying homage to it at night.
NIKITA GANDHII wonder if there is someone in the sky waiting for me to wake up at five.
NIKITA GANDHIWhen you let me touch your skin, I can feel your pain. What joy you get in keeping me away?
NIKITA GANDHI