I often hide all those mysteries ... & Unspoken secrets... By transferring the grimy Garrett .... into a cheerful nest....
I want to collect all the shooting stars.... Not hose hidden & open scars..... In search of some tranquility .... I've come way too far.......
I wish I could read people's mind... By saving myself from all those suffering.. I wouldn't have been stabbed anymore... Those whom I used to claim mine...
Like a little butterfly.... As soft as gentle,I sigh.... By spreading happiness & serenity... I want to fly so high ......
मैं तुम्हें जज करने वाला कौन हूँ पर अपनी बातों से तूने अपना जजमेंट खुद ही दे दिया मतलब में वफा दिखाने वाली आज बेवफ़ा का एक और रुप दिखा दिया बेशक तुम्हें फर्क नहीं पड़ेगा कयोंकि बेवफ़ाई तेरी संस्कार में है सून बेलगाम मैं ना सही पर कोई और आएगा तुझे लगाम लगाकर ले जाएगा
If I say your voice is an amber waterfall in which I yearn to burn each day, if you eat my mouth like a mystical rose with powers of healing and damnation, If I confess that your body is the only civilization I long to experience… would it mean that we are close to knowing something about love?