It’s indeed difficult to understand the ache of one’s heart.
It constantly remind me a story of my inner self
If I tell you, a tale of a lover, bring your heart in front of me
Carrying a torch of love, I will walk miles O meet,
like a shadow comes to life in light and wraps it self in night
~ Meet
Only you know my state, Only you know my state
In one instance, I become lover in another a stranger.
In one instance, I am rich in heart and in another I am muflis (poor).
In one instance, I am all your’s and in another I am no where.
In one instance, I am in prison of my thoughts and in another I am free but still can’t breathe.
In one instance, I am at your door and in another there is no door for me.
In one instance, I feel alive to see that smile and in another I am long gone.
Meet, I will just wait for that instance where I can see her forever.
~ Meet
Smile come’s down to my face,
When I see you, playing with fire O moth,
I know the consequence of such action but,
you are engrossed in your lover reaction.
When you don’t see her you lose your-self,
you go beyond this world but still you could not rest,
again a new hope rises from the east,
O Meet, I am for her and I will never retreat.
~Meet
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