प्यार

My दिल was equal to a फ्रोज़न log. Then, there was a spark. One that turned into a flame, which rekindled my heart.

It grows, and grows. The आग gets warmer, and warmer, the और that spark appears. Smooth and velvety, was my
rekindled heart.

The log was greedy, and started to crack. The आग consumed it, and the log was starting to turn to ashes. I always knew that the tides would turn, but they broke the rekindled दिल in half.

The दिल tried to mend itself with needles and thread. It bled, and bled for the fire, so it would be warm. It was लॉस्ट in a world of despair, and started to crave...