The alarm bang with irritating noise,
i murmured in a soft voice...
grab the clock, put off the buzzer,
hve to meet my lover, suddenly remember.........
Its a new venture,
nothing less than adventure....
i may be lad to my mamma.
but i am prince of her future, , , , , ,
APART OF ALL HUSTLE BUSTLE,
HER NAME WAS SOOTHING ME, , , ,
THE CHOCKING ROADS,
IRRITATING HORNS,
KEPT ME ANGRY,
I HAVE TO MEET HER...
ONLY SENTENCE WHICH KEEPS REVERBERATE...
CAN WE...? ? ?
IS STILL A SUSPICIOUS CLIMAX...
But where to meet,
not yet decided....
she already said,
look for a nyc and calm place, , , ,
but this city, full of devils.
cant allow us.....
IF SHE IZ A DIAMOND,
PEOPLE ARE COAL...
HURRY UP BUDDY...
NEED TO MEET MY SOUL...
I SCRATCHED MY BRAIN,
NOTHING COME OUT, , ,
SHE WILL BE WAITING FOR MY CALL...
WHAT TO SAY
NOTHING IN THE ROLL
ALREADY A SUNDAY,
FOR PEOPLE LYK A FUN DAY, , , ,
WHAT ABOUT US....
ALL R IMPACTING IN OUR PRIVACY,
IN GIANT CITY, THERE IZ NO VACANCY, , , , , ,
She already asked,
want a place....
where only u and I...
KEEP THE THINGS REMEMBER, , ,
FIND A PLACE...
IF U R MY SWEET LOVER, , , ,
i am hang out,
finally unable to find out,
the TRYST in the city, , ,
i made a call, , ,
can u please SLEEP...
i will be there, , ,
knocking ur eyes...
entering ur drmzzz...
the only place..
whre no one disturb us...
THE SWANKY CARS,
AND MYRAIDS...
NOTHING OF USE..
IF U CANT MEET...
PERSON OF UR DRMZZZ....
THE BLISTERING DRESS,
BUT POLITICAL BRAINS....
THE CHARMING PHYSIQUE, ,
BUT CRUEL THOUGHTS...
HOW WE FIND A TRYST...
AND UNITE THE HEATRS...
IS STILL A QUESTION MARK...
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