Writing is the Painting of the Voice - Voltaire

You have been on my mind ever since we greeted , Like a stone inside an oyster which turn into pearl. Your image was vague and rough at first. Hardly notice by me you smoothen out. Over the days you shine out and became my best. You became the very value of my existence here. Am pretty much sure I be worthless without you Knowing still that you won't be a part of me forever. I'd treasure and hold you as mine all the while I can. The highest of man will adorned and praise you While I reclined my moment here on earth as dust. Still I'd treasured you for all what you are. You are the pain which am addicted to. That foreign part which I craved as my own. How can you ever be mine for you are destined to, Be loved, admired and treasure by greatest of man. I am but a petty part of your glorious destiny. Yet y ou are the best part that happen to me. I'd treasured you a hundred and thousand years. Loving and holding you close to the heart of mine.

Hey there, I don't know where to begin, maybe I'll start this way. That day we met I felt it so surreal to be true. Though we haven't spoken a words a long time and we haven't yet met, I felt like I have known you so much more. When you extended your hand for wishing, I never wanted to let it go away wishing to hold it forever. Am so drawn by your beauty, those pimples and scars make me fall so much for you. You not knowing, I took a sniff at your hair and love it instantly. Words can't describe how I truly felt now, it makes me sleepless wanting to go on the night. Wishing that at any point of time you call me and say meet me there now. I just wish to spent my life with you.. Truly dying to hear you say I love you. Tell me how long i need to wait I'll wait for it. Just let me know we will meet someday. Am just madly in love with you, even if it's one sided love story. Tell me how I could convince you that I truly love you from the core of my heart and how

We are all but human trying to make the best of life we inherited. Taking chances which bring success and failure at times. Our years is but made of days of laughter and regrets, wishing the good days last forever and days of regrets pass by quickly. We are all but a cosmetics makeover, with wounds and cuts deep inside. Wounds of failure, rejection, betrayal and regrets to live with. Some that come close enough to see the wound either heals or leaves us with more to attend to. This life is but a continuous struggle, you either keep fighting or meets your ends. Often pains of struggle overshadowed us that we forget we are made of stardust. The star that once gave light and life die so that we came into being. Why not we all realised we are all human with flaws trying our best to live it up. Why not we realised we are made of same materials and value each other equally. Why not we look up at the stars and remind ourselves to shine like one.