Lady of Justice

With a scale in one hand and a sword in the other,

There stands the Lady of Justice blindfolded.

What these symbols depict, oh I wonder!

“The sword represents strength of justice”, someone quoted.

I said, “No, it slits the poor and leaves them to suffer”

“The blindfold represents fairness”, someone quoted.

I said, “No, it becomes blind only when facing the tougher”

“The scales depicts balance”, someone quoted.

I said, “No, it bends to the side where currency notes flutter”

There stands the Lady of Justice blindfolded,

With a scale in one hand and a sword in the other.

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Connection, the essence of existence!

His touch sends chills down the spine. The moment his skin touches mine, I feel like melting into his arms. The way he caresses my cheeks with those faint kisses, the way he runs his fingers through my hair, all make me wish I could stop time. My lips crave for his when I feel his breath against them. I love that tingling feeling that kindles when he twiddle his hands on my back.


Many people came and went. But none was comparable to him. Not even a single one of them could arouse the feeling that could thrill me. Why is it so? What was special about him? I would wonder at times.

My thought process lead me to one surmise. Only he was the one who bewitched my mind and not my body. He was the one who found my soul! Only his heart’s frequency matched with that of mine. I was vulnerable to only him, because vulnerability is the essence of connection and connection, the essence of existence!

#connection #love #romance

Love the one’s who love you… 

It’s said, “Love the ones who love you.” She did the same. Loved the guy who loved her.

Time made her regret this fact.

After all, there are many flowers that produce fragrance but only one of them becomes your favourite.

The proposal

Another 14 Feb, Another Valentine.
He had been waiting for this day since ages. Mustering up courage, he went towards her and said,

“Hey! Will you be my time-pass for the whole of my life? “

Smilingly she replied,

” This was the only thing my ears were yearning to hear! “

Bizarre Love!! 

 

” I love the color Red. It describes my love for writing. ”
She said, writing with the red ink he bled!

He shouldn’t have thrown her pen away…

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