Be it thousand violin or just one string of a guitar, You are the lyric to my music. Be it thousand colors of life or just the black of darkness, You are the shade to my painting. Be it thousand lines or just one word of a message, You are…
The distance between us is, Like the dessert so vast till the eyes can see. Like the ocean with relentless waves and unknown depth. Like the clouds dark with thunders and lightning never ending. Like the story we so badly want to know the climax. Like the mountain we always…
Is it just my eyes, Dreaming about us every night. Is it just my heart, Beating in tune to yours. Is it just my breathe, That got warm in your embrace. Is it just my tears, That flow in your memory. Is it just my nights, Longing for your company.…
Sat across the window stretching my sight as far as I can outside those rusted bars. Wondered what if, I was like that sky which is visible whenever looked upon. Never end and be beautiful with or without clouds, blue or grey be it night or day. Just look up…
I was scared when you started to melt me, Only to realize you just shaped me better. I was scared when you started to color my dreams, Only to realize how colorless they were. I was scared when you mixed in my thoughts, Only to realize you made them pure…
The house is all ready to get painted with new colours, something we always loved doing. Painting the walls with our dreams, no wonder why people envy us. An argument which we both enjoy, what new replaces with the old. Sometimes it is your gadgets, sometimes mine. Love and adore…
What is it between our eyes, That sees no different and meet even in dreams. What is it between our minds, That thinks the same way though miles away. What is it between our lips, That forms a curve with mere thought of each other. What is it between our…
I want to dangle on those ears, For, I want to kiss your neck relentlessly. I want to be bangle on those wrist, For, I want to hold them forever. I want to be the sparkle on your forehead, For, I want to be the centre of attraction on you.…
Looking at you being busy these days, I wonder, Are you busy dreaming about us, Or busy busy blushing while, looking deep into my eyes, Or busy feeling the goosebumps as I run my fingers over you, Or busy cuddled in my arms absorbing the warmth, Or busy pampered by…
If there is one place lucky in this entire house it is the couch. Be it the hot summers, the wet rains or the chilling winters we always had our moments of fun and romance on it. Cuddled up together we have watched the leaves fall in autumn and spurts…