I saw Angel's turning into demons,
I have experienced what goes into two worlds,
I fed my soul both evil and good,
My soul tasted every flavor.
I saw universe swirling on tune of love.,
I saw souls meeting behind the baracards of lust,
In billion of Stars i found mine
In trillion of Stars i became one.
-zariyaab
A life without love is a waste. 'Should I look for spiritual love, or material, or physical love?', don't ask yourself this question. Discrimination leads to discrimination. Love doesn't need any name, category or definition. Love is a world itself. Either you are in, at the center... either you are out, yearning.
-shams of tabrez
Beyond this world ,
Behind lust
Before envy
Into soul
There love lies in casket of loyalty and devotion.
There love breathes, where love swrils there soul meets.
From ludhiana to panipat,
From karbal to Konya .,
Every town owned a love story.
Every body dances into their own rythim where like Universe use to swirl on tune of Rumi and rumi use to dance on tune of shams.
Where darbar of nizam uddin aulea was everything for amir khusroo. Where streets of ajmer lighted my life ,there shah inayat qadiri was bulleh shah's soul, so on goes the mystic journey.,
Let me explain you the new for you but old and true definition of love.
Writers bio
I am 19 year's old girl who is new chick with old experience of Grand pa's tales
Let me add spice to your theory of love and will try to change your thinking In possible way.
⚠️ Kidnapped Romance:
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCb0EOwy75EU8UQVbvkI-H8A
Running through the woods, she suddenly fell to the ground, because of the outer root of an old tree...
Ignoring the sharp pain in her foot, she again started to run.
A lower bark of some tree hooked on her rustling veil and It tore with sound.
Ah!
Branch made a peel on her skin too.
Running, running. She just ran. The cold air was shocking her throat and lungs as she inhaled deeper, faster. After crossing many trees, she looked over her shoulder. No one behind but some howling thuds.
He must be wearing heavy boots. Compared to him she was bare feet.
Suddenly a dried tiny branch cracked beneath her foot. She winced as her sole got pierced, but continued her running that was now transformed into limping.
Her heart was beating in her ears. She kept her unsteady pace with her lower lip clamped between the third.
She then bumped into maybe a tree trunk and fell with a thump. "Ouch!" With the lowest groan she got up....but...
She saw the tall, broad figure in the place of which she assumed the tree. She started backing away but a harsh tug on her scalp stopped her. "Where?" He was having a fistful of her hair with a bitter scowl on his face. "Leave me!" She screamed as he started walking with the same demeanor.
"Let go of me!" She yelled while punching in his stomach.
He left her hair at once. "Bitch! Keep quiet straight away." With this, he flung and carried her on his shoulder. In the moonlight, he was looking as fierce as a giant werewolf.
"Get me down!" She punched his neck and tried to dig nails into his tough yet thick skin. He stopped and hauled her down.
She was laying shocked on dry foliage. Then he knelt beside them and got on top of her.
"No!" She went pale.
***
An innocent Beauty...
And a famished Beast.
Warning! Grammar sucks
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