21st June May be it is raining, may be it’s not You may say something, you may not Holding hand in hand, we walk along Hear the bird chirping or hear not The cold breeze blowing or its not Holding hand in hand, we walk along Its your heart beating faster, or its not It’s […]
9th June 2015 Paint me black, paint me gray Let my canvas be just you… Gush through my hair, make me shiver Touch my lips and let me hear… The sound of you coming along The smell of soil, wet roads People may rush but I’ll be standing… Waiting to soak, waiting to soak Paint […]