Maybe we can call it love?
'Cause the way this air fondles me,
Slowly allegedly through the skin to me,
How this rain follows my gaze to the sky.,
Dripping through the soul with a deep sigh!

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Will you call me whenever you see a gulmohar tree,
Will I be on your brain when a bird flies free,
Will this rain shower the love I hold,
Or will it be a story dry and old!

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The moment I fell in love with these trees and rain,
Talking to you about all my pain.
Will I ever be able to show that moon to one,
Will I ever be able to love someone again!

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What makes me happy?
The changing weather when the blue sky turns dark
The shimmering trees with white flowers and intricate bark
The morning sun which turns red like an alluring mark
The glistening shore where the sun sets with sailing barque

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I wish I could see you as my morning sunshine,
Not so bright but beautiful and divine..!
I wish I could hug you for million hours,
Not so steady but perfect and cline..!
I wish your eyes would be the only to sink in,
Not so shallow but tranquil and mine..!

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When you say love it's you
The way your eyes shrink like leaves when you smile,
The way your soul feels like greaves not so fragile,
The way your hair flink like seas so gracile,
The way you being a lover feels like love,slow not agile.

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Will you be the blossom when I shed my leaves,
Will you be the spring to my autumn breeze,
Love would flower all the emotions will you be mine in all the crise.

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As the chaos of a day sets with sun,
I want to hold you like stars all the night.
As the galaxies set us apart,
I want to kiss you like moon and hug you tight.

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किसी शायर की शायरी सी है वो
किसी बांसुरी की गीत सी है वो
किसी रोज देखे ख्वाब सी है वो
हर रोज करूं उस अरदास सी है वो

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One morning I woke up with a dream of 'You' the dream which broke last night in that dark sky.....

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