How we start talking
Thoughts have got lost in vacuum
What the image of happiness and of grief
That have transformed into blurring to me
You are very naïve
And my journey on the way of love remained to be  
A vagabond, spoiled and the trite
I know your buzz of ‘after that’
What would be happen to journey of our love
In search of peace there would be depression
And my kismet would favour my misfortune too  
Better you take advantage of my experiences to rich your life
Not the playing with confusing emotions persisted in the  love
--Tapan Susheel