Disappear From There , When You Are Not Valued. ©Sai Angel Shaayari

Sai Angel Shaayari

From afar I've been admiring you silently Your beauty is beyond words The way you walk The way you talk The way you smile Makes my heart stop I've been rehearsing in my mind Words to say to let you know They way you laugh The way you cough It may sound crazy But I think of it alot I've been daydreaming of you I can't seem to stop myself The way your hair is The flattering glasses The warmth you give me Could heat up the masses I've written about you a few times Every encounter sends me spinning The way you giggle I hear you from afar I would not ask anything But for you to remain Just as you are ©Schizology

Schizology

White If the ocean inside you is ‌relaxed, you cannot write. If the strokes are not making a tug in your heart, you cannot write. If you are not bothered about anything, you cannot write. If you are indulged in pleasures, you cannot write. If you are engrossed in your basic duties, you cannot write. When the sound of your pain becomes louder than the waves of the ocean. When you have no ears to listen but a paper beside you. When you feel the tug is pinching you to the deepest level. When your breath becomes uneven. That's the time You Can Write! ©Ananta Dasgupta

Ananta Dasgupta

Disappear From There , When You Are Not Valued. ©Sai Angel Shaayari

Sai Angel Shaayari

From afar I've been admiring you silently Your beauty is beyond words The way you walk The way you talk The way you smile Makes my heart stop I've been rehearsing in my mind Words to say to let you know They way you laugh The way you cough It may sound crazy But I think of it alot I've been daydreaming of you I can't seem to stop myself The way your hair is The flattering glasses The warmth you give me Could heat up the masses I've written about you a few times Every encounter sends me spinning The way you giggle I hear you from afar I would not ask anything But for you to remain Just as you are ©Schizology

Schizology

White If the ocean inside you is ‌relaxed, you cannot write. If the strokes are not making a tug in your heart, you cannot write. If you are not bothered about anything, you cannot write. If you are indulged in pleasures, you cannot write. If you are engrossed in your basic duties, you cannot write. When the sound of your pain becomes louder than the waves of the ocean. When you have no ears to listen but a paper beside you. When you feel the tug is pinching you to the deepest level. When your breath becomes uneven. That's the time You Can Write! ©Ananta Dasgupta

Ananta Dasgupta