After year's of myth , that we can be together again, I decided to give some freedom to my little stubborn heart. So I washed all Ur t's to get rid of all those countless chances , But seems that machine can only wash Ur essence, there is now way to escape from Ur presence...
She is a Human "walkie talkie", He is as silent as "Sunday morning". He finds cuteness by "irritating her", She finds cuteness by "writing bunch of letters" to him . She is simple and sweet as a rasgolla, He is sweet and soft in heart ,but twisted and complicated by shape as jalebi .
when all souls shut their eyes, To dream a future where they rise, I paused my heart , Hold onto the moon sight , Look into the blinking stars light , and Unwrap tiny boxes of memories of that night.
When you find happiness by lying on the roof top and watching those glazing stars , instead of dancing with those disco lights, under the roof of the bar...