All about those droplets of rain getting to kiss bare earth, the fragrance of pages and adrak wali chai
To the light that glows within me, To the light that glows within me,
What if he loves to stay home and cook more than working outside? What if he loves to stay home and cook more than working outside?
Lost somewhere in the train of my thoughts Lost somewhere in the train of my thoughts
The poem describes the old memories. The poem describes the old memories.
Some songs make my heart skip a beat, Skip a beat for that very moment. Some songs make my heart skip a beat, Skip a beat for that very moment.
Everybody loves attention; who doesn't, Right? Everybody loves attention; who doesn't, Right?
In sheer solitude In doing just 'nothing' I've certainly found peace Found it in these myri... In sheer solitude In doing just 'nothing' I've certainly found peace Fo...
I wonder.. I wonder if school still has some part of me.. I wonder.. I wonder if school still has some part of me..