Sitting by the window. The evening sun illuminating her kohled eyes and honey colored locks.
The splash of color in her eyes remind me of the calm sea. The more i look, more i drown.
This moment is like a dream, right in front of me, yet so distant.
Her perfume is filling my senses, I yearn to touch her.
Her lips remind me of the rose sherbet my mother used to make when i was young.
A sudden urge envelopes me. I want to hold her and tell her how much i love her but something always stops me.
Our friendship stops me. I've known her since we were toddlers. But now she is a blossomed flower. Her beauty is as captivating as the fragrance of the gajra she crowns on her gold rinsed hair. I'm in love. But my friendship is at stake.
I can stand and gaze at her beauty but there is a part of me that knows she is not mine.
The way she takes her dupatta on her head during namaaz makes me wanna kiss her forehead.
But these are just dreams like the one's in her eyes. She will fly away with someone else. Because a girl's love for another is hidden in the broken heart and will fade away in the mackerel sky.
The splash of color in her eyes remind me of the calm sea. The more i look, more i drown.
This moment is like a dream, right in front of me, yet so distant.
Her perfume is filling my senses, I yearn to touch her.
Her lips remind me of the rose sherbet my mother used to make when i was young.
A sudden urge envelopes me. I want to hold her and tell her how much i love her but something always stops me.
Our friendship stops me. I've known her since we were toddlers. But now she is a blossomed flower. Her beauty is as captivating as the fragrance of the gajra she crowns on her gold rinsed hair. I'm in love. But my friendship is at stake.
I can stand and gaze at her beauty but there is a part of me that knows she is not mine.
The way she takes her dupatta on her head during namaaz makes me wanna kiss her forehead.
But these are just dreams like the one's in her eyes. She will fly away with someone else. Because a girl's love for another is hidden in the broken heart and will fade away in the mackerel sky.
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