Truly Madly Deeply a Hopless Romantic ;)

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I’m a hopeless romantic. I’m in love with the idea of love ūüôā

Love for a person , love for the beauty of nature, love for literature – I just love the magic surrounding the feeling that is love. I live in my moments. I live for my moments. They count. Each moment counts. My moments are my treasure. The small gestures in life make a huge difference. They make me happy.¬†My heart still belongs to the ‘awwwww’ moments.

I am a ‘romantic’ at heart. I live in a world i fill with ‘awe.’ I still prefer writing colourful letters to sending emails. Beauty for me is still innate and not plastic. A flower from a garden with a small bow on it is still more heart warming to me than an online apparel. Music from Led Zeppelin’s ‘Stairway to Heaven‘ still holds flavour. Poetry by Frost still delights me. A cup of coffee with a smiley on it still feels delectable. The first flake of snow still feels ambrosial. The first flower in spring still appears fascinating.

My world is still replete with allure and it will remain like that forever ūüôā

Akriti Mattu


  1. I am also, a romantic, and I love the beauty of many things; words, nature, expressions, even clothes. And I am a poet at heart, so the expression of all kinds of emotions, event the raw, tough ones, can be beautiful.

  2. Very beautiful lines of yours ūüėä and Awww… you’re so sweet ūüėä …

  3. Knowledge said to me, Love is madness;

    O slave of calculation, do not be a bookworm!
     Love is Presence entire, Knowledge nothing but a Veil. 

    The universe is moved by the warmth of Love;
      Knowledge deals with the Attributes, Love is a vision of the Essence; 

    Love is peace and permanence, Love is Life and Death:
     Knowledge is the rising question, Love is the hidden answer.

    Love is the Space and the Creation, Love is Time and Earth!
     Love is conviction entire, and conviction is the key!

    The luxury of destination is forbidden in the religion of Love;
     Fighting the storms is permitted, but the comfort of the shore is forbidden;

    Lightning is permitted to Love, Harvest is forbidden.
     Knowledge is the child of the Book, Love is the mother of the Book.

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