MY HEART SPEAKS ....

The garden was dry and broken beneath. Then one day she came. She watered the buds , planted the colors. The garden relished with blossom. Everyday she took a rose from it and kept it with her. Then one day he came. He gifted her a beautiful blue rose. She was delighted. She held it close to her bosom. Everyday she started getting a rose from him. She forgot the garden. Buds seized , the green faded. It withered. It was broken yet again. Mitu :-)

What I made was a wrong choice .....I hereby backspace all my feelings....:-(

I am a forbidden helpless boy . Some nights I just go out and stand looking at the filled sky , gazing at the glittering  , waiting for a wishing star to appear and ask for something good to happen.

1.The one who had to leave. 2.The one who hated. 3.The one who fed up. 4. The one who changed 5. The one who misunderstood. The End Feeling peaceful ...