My notebook couldn’t carry the burden of all those words which my heart once felt.
NIKITA GANDHIMy notebook couldn’t carry the burden of all those words which my heart once felt.
NIKITA GANDHISometimes I wish that I was the first you’ve met when you turned eighteen. There could be so many more years which we could have lived together.
NIKITA GANDHII thought butterflies are frail until they began to flit in my stomach.
NIKITA GANDHIWhen you let me touch your skin, I can feel your pain. What joy you get in keeping me away?
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 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 GANDHIThere are these emotions which are eager to scream aloud, but they settle inside us without a cry.
NIKITA GANDHIEntangle me, into your talkative eyes. Let me breathe in, your breath often. For I’m tired of floating, in the shallow waters, when I want to get choked.
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 GANDHIYou bloom one day, you do not on another. This is life and every flower doesn’t require the same amount of sunshine.
NIKITA GANDHIThe journey of fire begins, survives and ends with air.
NIKITA GANDHIAny day can be Monday when you choose to start right.
NIKITA GANDHII wonder if there is someone in the sky waiting for me to wake up at five.
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 GANDHIYou make sunlight doubt its role in winters as you set my body on fire.
NIKITA GANDHI