Patience is my language. Deference is my love. Silence is my pain and now its getting rough. You are my inspiration, you are my imagination, you live in my heart but there are many scars. Loving you is my passion. Loving you is my voice, without you O my love I am just a mere toy.
I have seen many sun rises & I have seen many sun sets, It rush in the morning and flush towards left. This is my path, this is my pain where ever you lead me, I will remain the same. You make me dance. I dance all the way. O meeta, if you give a chance than you will remember my name.
Magical event took place, created a golden ring in the sky. After a long period, they finally got to sigh. This is their love like none other. They waited for their turn having patience in their core look at their journey O meet there is nothing you want more. there is nothing you want more.
The smile on her face make me glow again,
even in the sadness I feel alive again.
My face turns blue when she is not arround.
The storm in my heart turns me upside down.
I am a high winds and she is a spring.
My time will come when we meet again.
I wrapped in her thoughts every single day.
Please tell me someone how should I convey.
Night awaits for me to get some sleep,
but I am busy in chasing her in my dreams.
I look up I look up I look up in the sky.
I say I love her, they say meet we know what it likes to cry.
Love is a mirror with which lover’s see each other,
If there is no love they hardly bear each other.
Love is a fire which make two heart dance,
if there is no love then there is no second chance.
Love is a path which make journey cipher,
if there is no love then its hard to decipher.
Love is a language which lover convey’s,
if there is no love they find their way’s.
Love is a passion which burns all bridges,
if there is no love O meet, everything becomes rigid.
I heard people saying you hide behind the veil O father, if something can hide you than its bigger than you too.
What should I say to those who say so? Their own eyes are covered and they claim you are hiding.
So far your journey is going through garden of thorns. It takes time to bloom like a flower O meet, make patience your virtue and one day you will bring charm to this garden. If I become flower in this journey O my friend, pluck me out and give to the one whom I love.