Yahya Tarique Ansari

But I can't resist myself from writing about your thoughts, that appear daily, right here, in my mind in a very special place that is more than just thoughts, it's the feelings I get when my fingers don't stop and keep typing without blinking for a second over it. And I always get a thought, that "Why did it happen?" What? I don't know whatever it was, those were the best two months of my life. I have never met someone so much caring, in my entire life. And I don't even think that I'll get, anyhow. You were the best thing happened to me, so far. But do I want you to be back? No! Because now I know, Things can never be the same again, what is gone is gone, and can never come back. But Yes, Hell Yeah! I miss you! I do, and I can't deny that fact. I miss the very presence of your aroma in my shirt, I miss every second of those late night conversation,

"Ever walked down the road, Broken, when you feel? When you know you can't achieve, what you once wanted with all the zeal . Ever asked yourself, What is it that kept you going? Was it passion ? Or it was just someone's doing? Can you ever justify, What you did to yourself? While trying to fix that, that broken-self. Will you blame her, for what she made you? Or you'll stand up, and be what you need to be." ~ Yahya Tarique ❤️

"Love is a weakness, Love is a lie." He told the highness, contradicted the spy. ~ Yahya Tarique. "Love is a feeling, not a lie. It has the power of healing." continued the spy. ~ Neha Lalwani

The Moonlit Sky turned her gaze into my eyes, I became fascinated as it turned into the most beautiful lies, Roads burning in delight, People walking beside, As I look onto them, They were imposters of my conscious mind. And I hated delusional illogical liberty given to the mind, To be independent by all means and make my mind grind. The Moonlit Sky ❤ , which made me do the crime, which never was of my prime , I can't write much into this rhyme, And I know it is getting into grime. - Yahya Tarique .

You're the cure, that makes me lure . You're the person , that makes my heart fight inner some. You're the light, that I seek in every night. You're the glow, that makes me flow. You're the girl , that makes my heart swirl . ❤ You're my love , that makes me sound like a dove. You're the clue, and I am a detective . You make me happy , more like an incentive . -Yahya Tarique❤

She was there like, ' Angel ' in hell would be. Boys around her, behaved like monsters could be. A guy held her hand , took her out of the band. She felt the tenderness Of his touch, 'A strong shoulder' she clutched. His eyes intended to reveal something, And, HER heart ♥ ought to impute everything. He thought it is insensible to reckon , She was waiting for him, from years and on.