“You must not always believe me when I say I will love you untill eternity because love just like weather does not… — Neena H Brar Copy Share Image
“If You Forget Me if you forsake me I shall forget you too don’t take me for the lone redbud that lay… — Neena H Brar Copy Share Image
“The Hardest Part Not the loving, but the part just after— the remembering when you gathered the broken pieces of what once… — Neena H Brar Copy Share Image
“Only after loving you I realised I had an empty space; this little void, a tad bit of hollow inside a corner… — Neena H Brar Copy Share Image
“To love; not just love but the way it becomes your whole existence you got to have some madness in your blood.” — Neena H Brar Copy Share Image
“You must not always believe me when I say I will love you untill eternity because love just like weather does not last forever… — Neena H Brar Copy Share Image
“If You Forget Me if you forsake me I shall forget you too don’t take me for the lone redbud that lay bare behind… — Neena H Brar Copy Share Image
“When in love try keeping your heart sane. Once it loses sanity the mind usually follows the course.” — Neena H Brar Copy Share Image
“The Awakening You live this sheltered life glass walls around you in a fragile world of other people’s imagination and one day something comes… — Neena H Brar Copy Share Image
“The Hardest Part Not the loving, but the part just after— the remembering when you gathered the broken pieces of what once had been… — Neena H Brar Copy Share Image
“The mind; it often clings to the road it knows, but there is a certain kind of pleasure in the pathless woods.” — Neena H Brar Copy Share Image
“Only after loving you I realised I had an empty space; this little void, a tad bit of hollow inside a corner of my… — Neena H Brar Copy Share Image
“To love; not just love but the way it becomes your whole existence you got to have some madness in your blood.” — Neena H Brar Copy Share Image
“MY FATHER If I have to write a poem about my father it has to be about integrity and kindness — the selfless kind… — Neena H Brar Copy Share Image
“Outside, the meadows - dewy and golden are cloaked in summer blooms. My heart, scorching and desolate sighs and sings sad songs of despair… — Neena H Brar Copy Share Image
