He is the serene of night when takes me in embrace, he is the shining star in the dark, he is every second of the day that makes it a pleasure which i can call only mine. Not an illusion but a strange reality, impossible to explain and aptly define
कैसे कहूं कि मुलाकात नहीं होती, रोज ख्वाबों में मिलते है मगर बात नही होती, दिन गुजर जाता है मगर रात नही कटती, जब भी मुलाकात हो तो पूछते हैं कैसे हो? उससे आगे कोई बात नही होती।
For a moment, for a while Forget that she has breasts, forget that she carries life and death in between her thighs For a moment just look at her as a person as a pure soul, And now tell do you really love her?