Honesty is not a virtue, it is a luxury. Most, who struggle to put bread on the table, face this question every day. And hunger wins this game almost every time, beta (son).

This is how you will remember that you are mine. Every painful touch, everyaching hug, will remind you – that you are a slave – to me.

I once had a complete life – in love, in envy, in pains. Now, I was living a death. A peaceful, gorgeous, liberating death.

The crowded city streets, the chaos of disorderly lives – nothing could keep her from wreaking love. She always wanted to let go, and I always wanted to own. She always had it coming, and...

Will you marry me?”, I let my soul go… to go meet hers, through her eyes.

You are walking on thin ice – the ice of what remains of the trust between us – carrying the weight of immeasurable guilt.

Most of us focus so much on ‘capturing’ the moment that we don’t realize we keep losing it for the next which we will lose next:-)

If she wanted you, her eyes would buy you out – and you won’t even know it. Shewas three parts devil, and two parts human; and what remained – unchainedspirit.

I wanted to let my conscience go, and see how deep I fall.I wanted to let the devil take over, and see if I survive.I love you, Mriga. And for you, I will die.Tonight.

Sometimes the only way to keep love, is to let it go.

Should I really set her free, and free myself too of the fear – the fear of missing her, forever? Is that what my love for her is leaving me with?