Friday, September 07, 2012

Present memoirs



Every time I look at you
I always want you have a smile on your face

Every time I look at you
I always want you to ride in winning race

May be its like you are my reason for making stories
May be it’s like you convert seasons into glories
Working with you nowadays is new experience
Being with you is new art of learning silence
I am not your friend
I am not the one whom you know
I am not the one whom you even trust
I am not the one whom you even want to judge
Then why I am thinking so much about you
Then why I am singing a song for you
May be its like for you I am just a moron

One day or other the reasons for which we are together will get over

May be I will miss your silence
May be I will feel your absence
Saying in bits and pieces is now tough
Baking cake which is crispy is tough
May be I should not open gate of closed estate
Let it be as void as it was before

No comments:

Post a Comment