There are days I….
Dream of finding you
In the midst of familiar faces
In the hue of broken images
At the crossroads
Of passion and craze
Of heart and soul
There are days...
I behave like a klepto
A jambazi
Stealing glances
Of your beauty
That’s charming
Mesmerizing
There are days I…
I look at you
And all I can do is whisper
Thanksgiving to the one who
Breathed life to you
Coz you are absolutely
High dropped gorgeous
(inspired by mambobyad )
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There are days I….
Dream of finding you
In the midst of familiar faces
In the hue of broken images
At the crossroads
Of passion and craze
Of heart and soul