She

Talks and smiles are fine, but its not worth one dime
What’s the use of holding hands, if it can’t take us to new land

Meeting under the sun, we went great guns
Walking along the road, went in time quite old

Apprehensions went for the toss, expectations was not the boss
I haven’t felt like that before, was so diff from story of the old

It was cold night, we went shiver; her face so beautiful just like a river
Her eyes had spaces for so many stuffs, will our song ever find any luck

We closed our eyes and forgot the bad times
Wish that was possible, in this lifetime of mine

Our end has to come, on her doorway
Same story of goodbye, which repeats everyday

I didn’t rubbed my eyes, took it my realm
Such moments of joy, it can’t be my dream