Make Mischief

The night sky conspires and the playful stars make mischief a purple evening is unveiled glimmering, sparkling beyond belief! Clouds carpet their airy domain as lamps beam for the lovers to behold the iridescent moon that welcomes them their eyes lit, lit like their souls... And then the rain does shower in sonatas sweeter than…

Dovetailed

Entwined lovers, we grow together... Leaves of the same tree, we blow together... No windfalls, no battering weather hold sway or power... Nourished by the very source, seeds of one flower, twinflames and mates of the soul, we're dovetailed forever... © Isha Garg