My heart wants a bit of love. It has been hot and dry. Please give me rain. The feeling of the raindrops on my face touches me deep inside. It has been long since I have been so deeply touched.
I die within myself trying to believe that you love me. Perhaps the time when you would touch me, my veins would not have a pulse. Don’t go away then. Just put a white rose beside me. Sit with me for sometime. Then leave.
I promise I will not ask for anything more.
Not even love.
3 comments:
Hmm... Rain is here... You just need to see it with your eyes open.
Waqt ki kitab ka woh panna, jo ham pad na sake, phaad diya, kyonki kagaz ki kashti kabhi doobti nahi, gal jati hai.
Devdas in the making???...Amazing hypocrisy...keep it up
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