I dreamt about us to be like
Rain drops and clouds,
Leaves and trees,
Grass and ground,
...
You cared for me enough,
To make me fall for you in seconds
For rest of my life.
...
Saving pocket moneys for that one day...
Choosing the best rakhi for him....
...
Poet, I'm Not
Poet, i'm not
But a thinker i am.
A thinker not made up of anger
But a thinker made up of love.
And the love which was not only
Created by sadness but also with happiness.
She use to think not by mind
But by heart...
Coz the ords were born by heart
Carried soul with them!
Not only soul, but also feelings
Was expressed by the words.
Poet, i'm not
But a thinker i an!
Heart touched...really soulful..