In this highly customised winter season, angels don't come along with Santa. They are there present on your Gchat.
They maybe not be as white as me and even wont have wings to fly, but just that concern for you in their heart is what makes them an angel in your life.
Stars are no more in the sky they are hanging in balconies and fairies resting on Christmas trees. Just like that my gift of wine don't fit in the stocking now.Here comes Santa right before the new year, to help you pen down your resolutions and determinations for the next year. But then he leaves behind these angels who help you carry forward them in the new year. These angels pick you when you fall, they silently get it all right before you wake up, pull you out of a mess, carry you home when you drunk. They will be there silently watching you with their green light turned on.
Your angel is just like you, confused , shattered , cheated. As someone had written on a wall two negatives make a positive. These angels bring not only bring you good work to be happy about all year but also close to all wrong people because they know even if these people leave they will be still standing there right behind you.
When you are down and not in the mood, here comes the angel on Gchat and asks you , how are you doing? And you reply I am doing good,but the angel know everytime you say I am good doesn't mean you are good.
Sometimes the angel also get lost, they go for their angel searching and then the higher they fly they land injured on a terrace with their wings cut and sometimes among drunk people.
So this is to my angel, that no matter how many times you get drunk and beaten up. No matter how high you try to fly and return without wings and no matter how many times I fight with you. And for all the stupid mistakes you did. You will still remain my angel, and I forgive you and accept you just as ugly as you are. Because when I get old there needs to be a story of angels to be told to my children and pen down in the book.
They maybe not be as white as me and even wont have wings to fly, but just that concern for you in their heart is what makes them an angel in your life.
Stars are no more in the sky they are hanging in balconies and fairies resting on Christmas trees. Just like that my gift of wine don't fit in the stocking now.Here comes Santa right before the new year, to help you pen down your resolutions and determinations for the next year. But then he leaves behind these angels who help you carry forward them in the new year. These angels pick you when you fall, they silently get it all right before you wake up, pull you out of a mess, carry you home when you drunk. They will be there silently watching you with their green light turned on.
Your angel is just like you, confused , shattered , cheated. As someone had written on a wall two negatives make a positive. These angels bring not only bring you good work to be happy about all year but also close to all wrong people because they know even if these people leave they will be still standing there right behind you.
When you are down and not in the mood, here comes the angel on Gchat and asks you , how are you doing? And you reply I am doing good,but the angel know everytime you say I am good doesn't mean you are good.
Sometimes the angel also get lost, they go for their angel searching and then the higher they fly they land injured on a terrace with their wings cut and sometimes among drunk people.
So this is to my angel, that no matter how many times you get drunk and beaten up. No matter how high you try to fly and return without wings and no matter how many times I fight with you. And for all the stupid mistakes you did. You will still remain my angel, and I forgive you and accept you just as ugly as you are. Because when I get old there needs to be a story of angels to be told to my children and pen down in the book.
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