I'll tell you later

Black

Brown

Average

6'  0"   (183 cm)

Iranian

Middle Eastern

Non-Smoker

Socially

I'll tell you later

I'll tell you later

Hindu

Professional Degree

Executive / General Manager / Consulting

Over $100,000

I'll tell you later

French, English, Hindi, Other

Middle Eastern / Persian / Arabic

grace

Dr Zhivago

“Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.” ― Kahlil Gibran

Tomorrows another day..

Shikara

with you...

Oh my mad heart My soul wants to dance forever tell me where are you going my restless heart What did life give you What is still missing That which is unsaid but the wind murmurs it Which is so unheard that if deafens me What is it My restless heart What do my feverish heartbeats tell you Don’t hide it from yourself On this road of life In this village of love When you meet someone you love You think Is it her Or is it not? O my heart ,you are thirsty You have been thirsty since eternity She is the bubbling sea of love Open your heart and tell her Your languishing eyes have finally found a destination But your feet say should I go This life is a whirlwind dancing melody of colours Why are my feet shackled in doubts Why cant they fly like my mind flies to you Why do I torment myself Why my heart Why cant you go to her

Nope,love takes time patience dedication perseverance and an open heart

...

Its mutual

mutual deep friendship

listen to your heart it knows

superficial triviality

You... What can I say about you? That you love Music,laughter,flowers and rainbows all the stuff that life is made up of........ You are like the butterfly one finds after a breathless chase Poised on a flower with wings afluttering, Ready to disappear again silently forever.... When you look up with those deep deep eyes One feels time stands on tip toe and stops, When you suddenly frown the world skips a beat..., The way your nose twitches, The way your eyes will suddenly sparkle With that divine spark of creation at the wonder of a passing thought, The sound of your footsteps is like some long lost melody revisited The way your eyes fill with that glimmer of passion after seeing the azure sun setting yonder... Or the way your eyes start misting over when you are deeply wounded... Makes one wish to hold you close until the world fades away ...... In your eyes there are many a vision of sweet tomorrows... On your lips is the yet unsung melody of your life... Your wind blown long dark hair surround your face , like an angel....... And makes it glow as if from within.. There is an air ,a sense of eternal feminine mystery, That enshrouds you like a bride's veil............... When you talk there comes a sigh of silence From the skies ............ And time sits by your side enticed by the sound of your voice, And listens to you with tears of joy falling in your lap......... When you are angry and tormented, The sky is all dark asunder and mixes its cry With the sobbings of your heart, But when you laugh , Spring forgets herself and comes unannounced The buds open up to hear your tinkling laughter The heavens smile and stars and the moon , And the whole cosmos sheds tears of joy....... What else can I say about you ?........ When you are bubbling with happiness, The whole world seems to tingle with a warm glow of divine radiance, And life forgets itself ......, And our yesterdays and tomorrows and todays , Seem one , And the whole unity of the world is restored................ By the shore of life On the sands of time,your footsteps will remain forever....... For you are that elusive dancing spirit that gives life its meaning You are that wonder of the gods You are......

living with you