हरी भरी धरती हो
नीला आसमान रहे
I've never been the type to say what I feel
So basically I keep everything inside
Since all my steps are audience of my past,
a past damasked by relevant joys, pain, growt
एक पहल रिश्ते की ओर (कविता का शीर्षक )
It's the way you say I love you and the way you hold my hand.
There's just so much about
Time is sleeping.
Sand will be the last thing remaining,
Sand that covers planets,
बेफिक्र हो चली थी ज्योंही तुम्हारा क
चलो फिर से बच्चे बन जाते हैं
लौट कर
I get this funny feeling way down deep inside.
My hands begin to shake whenever she walks
Hidden in the attic,
all the way upstairs,
is something very special,
that I wo
