A love like ours could have set the whole world to flames, our love could have put the brightest star to shame, maybe that’s why the universe thought it was better to keep us away.
SHRUTHI SAGARA love like ours could have set the whole world to flames, our love could have put the brightest star to shame, maybe that’s why the universe thought it was better to keep us away.
SHRUTHI SAGARLove isn’t always about flowers and happy endings, sometimes it’s about letting go with love screaming in your bones.
SHRUTHI SAGARI don’t say I know what love is. But whatever it is, you are its every shade.
SHRUTHI SAGARYou greet people and are fooled by their smiles. I greet people and I’m haunted by the pain in their eyes.
SHRUTHI SAGARWe talk too much about heartbreak and broken tales, where are the happy endings and magical fairy tales?
SHRUTHI SAGARI wonder how many heartaches must i conquer, to finally find a love that stays?
SHRUTHI SAGARI’ve never been much of a dancer. But healing is a song I’ve been learning to dance on.
SHRUTHI SAGARIs it a boon or curse I wonder; to feel another’s pain so much to consider it my own? To moan another’s funeral as if it were my own?
SHRUTHI SAGARLove is like water; like a river crushing through the mountains to carve its own path. Love will make its own way but only if you have the courage to follow.
SHRUTHI SAGAREven when the blood in my veins is the same as them, every cell in my body is against becoming like them. What a curse it is to hate the very thing that birth you.
SHRUTHI SAGARThey said everything I lost will come back to me. I said -everything I’ve lost is too lost to ever come back to Me.
SHRUTHI SAGARThe moon is the witness of all the nights I’ve spent waiting for your return.
SHRUTHI SAGAROn nights I cant sleep, your ghost puts me back to sleep.
SHRUTHI SAGARSelf love is breaking your own heart to save your soul from shattering.
SHRUTHI SAGARBreathing is hard, my mind and heart both at war. This anxiety makes my living so hard!
SHRUTHI SAGARThis cruel world fails to embrace the beauty of tender souls and then wonders why everyone turns cold?
SHRUTHI SAGAR