If you bloom in my garden as a flower of rose,
Then thorns are definite.
If you come in my life as a ray of sun,
Then dark nights are infinite.
If you live in my mind as a memory of past,
Then life ahead is imaginary.
If you step in my dreams as a vision of joy,
Then waking up is necessary.
If you fall in my heart as a drop of love,
Then breaking of heart is precise.
If you capture my life as my reason of living,
Then I shall perish twice.
And if that's the story for me from heavens,
I'm ready to face the thunder.
And if that's how I shall perish for love,
Then I'm ready, ready to surrender.
YOU ARE READING
FROM THE HEAVENS
Short StoryHow foolish of the heart it is to fall for destruction itself. How helpless it can make you sometimes. But no matter how many complains we have, the heart wants what it wants after all and all our denial goes in vain when there's no more option othe...
