~AMRIT VEER (AmVeer) DT #3~ || Veer Sahab ki Biwi Sahab || - Page 54

Originally posted by: indian_beauty

They must’ve changed the script overnight because GG’s live indicates towards AmVeer and now KJ saying Veer character ending soon...it all just doesn’t make any sense

Originally posted by: RAGHVIFAM

pta nhi veer sahab ko kha se or kab gira dee 🤣💔

Originally posted by: indian_beauty

Why does this remind me of Delena...remember when Damon was supposedly dead and he said he is happy dying cuz he knows he was loved by Elena or something like that....I want Veer to know and experience A’s care & love...he deserves peace at least in death ❤️

Originally posted by: gibige

I have a feeling there will be a AmVeer baby. Amrit will raise him and take over Veer's responsibilities( this is why RM told A her life story).

Originally posted by: Transference

My heart will break. I am attracted majorly to tragic characters😭

Originally posted by: RAGHVIFAM

Amveer se pyaar karna gunha h too saja doo hume 🤣

Originally posted by: rmahi25

humko aur PDAs dekhna thaa🤣

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.

Write, for instance: "The night is full of stars,
and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance."

The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

On nights like this, I held her in my arms.
I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her.
How could I not have loved her large, still eyes?

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
To think I don't have her. To feel that I've lost her.

To hear the immense night, more immense without her.
And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.

What does it matter that my love couldn't keep her.
The night is full of stars and she is not with me.

That's all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.
My soul is lost without her.

As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her.
My heart searches for her and she is not with me.

The same night that whitens the same trees.
We, we who were, we are the same no longer.

I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her.
My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.

Someone else's. She will be someone else's. As she once
belonged to my kisses.
Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her.
Love is so short and oblivion so long.

Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,
my soul is lost without her.

Although this may be the last pain she causes me,
and this may be the last poem I write for her.

Pablo Neruda

Originally posted by: Transference

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.

Write, for instance: "The night is full of stars,
and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance."

The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

On nights like this, I held her in my arms.
I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her.
How could I not have loved her large, still eyes?

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
To think I don't have her. To feel that I've lost her.

To hear the immense night, more immense without her.
And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.

What does it matter that my love couldn't keep her.
The night is full of stars and she is not with me.

That's all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.
My soul is lost without her.

As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her.
My heart searches for her and she is not with me.

The same night that whitens the same trees.
We, we who were, we are the same no longer.

I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her.
My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.

Someone else's. She will be someone else's. As she once
belonged to my kisses.
Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her.
Love is so short and oblivion so long.

Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,
my soul is lost without her.

Although this may be the last pain she causes me,
and this may be the last poem I write for her.

Pablo Neruda

Originally posted by: rmahi25

kaashh aisa hooo par baby magically kaise aaega AmVeer ko kaam bhi krna hogaa...aur Amroo knife leke baithti haii bed pe🤣