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Awwwwwwwwww 😭🫶🏻 never did someone wrote something like this for me🙂🤍 ily ice bear💌
Describe me🌚💅🏻
You are like the first ray of sunshine in a winter morning,
That puts one's heart at peace.
You are like the heat from a fireplace,
That puts you at rest after a tiring day.
You are like a home,
The place one longs for when they are exhausted and want to feel cozy in.
You are like the vast ocean,
So simple yet so hard to put in words,
Secrets brewing in the depths of your heart,
But still holding onto everyone on the surface,
Never letting them drown.
You are endless,
Words are too short and hold so less meaning,
How am I supposed to describe you,
You are beyond these words,
Beyond everyone's imagination.
P.s- Gave a try 😭
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Damn 😭🫶🏻
Rather than being in this world, I'd like to be there where every morning Krishna follows his cows into the forests of Braj. I want to wake up to Krishna's flute. I want to happily go around the kitchen to churn butter out of the milk for Krishna, while singing glories of my Govinda. I want to do my Shringaar really nice just for Mohan. Wearing a beautiful dress, decorating my eyes with kajal, head with flowers making sure that it pleases his eyes.
I just want to be in that time, where I can wait for my Radhe outside her palace, while she gets ready for Kanha. All decked up in jewels, flowers, garlands. I want to be the person Radhe calls for, when she wants someone to help her with the aalta. I want to carefully colour her feet with aalta. I want to walk with her through the forests of Braj laughing and singing. I want to follow her footsteps through the forests, carrying pitchers all the way to Yamuna and then be stopped by Krishna. I want to be on Radhe's team when he becomes the "tax collector" and I want the pitchers to be broken with pebbles by Kanha, as I carry them on my head. I want to be the one, who Krishna calls "Sakhi" with his nectarean voice in a nectarean rhythm. I want to see Krishna laugh, smile while the wind brings his deep blue curls on his face. I want to witness the scene where Krishna's eyes twinkles with love upon seeing his Radhe. Whare Radhe goes to Kusum Sarovar with the excuse of picking flowers just meet her Shyamsundar. I want to touch that soil where Krishna leaves his footprint. I want to sit at the lotus feet of my RadheShyam and decorate them. At night, when he plays the flute, I want to forget the world and run leaving everything behind and only be surrendered to Krishna. I want to dance with my senses lost in Krishna. I only want to see Krishna, feel Krishna, hear Krishna, and be with Krishna.
I want to be in the world where there's nothing except Shyam and his Shyama.
I want to forget the world in the remembrance of Krishna.
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Anyway if you see this you have to reblog and tag with a delight from ur day -- even the littlest thing counts
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