All that remains is the picture in the frame.
Its the time to work on your deeds,
Focus on your aim,
One step towards respect and fame.

Stop putting others on the edge of blame.
Forgive others, forgive yourself.
Today and tomorrow is not the same.

Today what is yours, will be someone else's tomorrow,
Life is just a game!
Don't let the child inside you to cram.
Recite prayers instead of needs,
And all your sorrows will fade.

As in the end, remember
All that remains is the picture in the frame.

You didn't even give her a rose today, how unromantic you are, dude."

Exactly ! I'm unromantic.
But why the hell are you so **** concerned with me being romantic.

Go to her and utter my name in front of her, and just watch her reaction that follows.

See if she can hide that blush or not,
control that smile or not.

A flower to prove my love is a way too offending to us both.

Our type of romance is far away than
what you imagine about.

We need not say "I love you" hundred
times a day,
we need not write cheesy lines for each other.

We don't get jealous of the other
friends that we both have.

We don't spy each other doubting the trust.

You just go and tell her of any another girl I'm in relationship with.

She won't be sad or angry,
she won't shout or lose her temper.

Neither would she call me and start abusing me the way you'd be expecting.

Dude ! She won't give a **** to whatsoever you've spoken.

Our way of confirming the things are so different that you will die out
of jealousy of perfectness.

When we share our things, every decisions, situations, not giving a thought of being judged, is the time we celebrate our perfectness together.

The time we meet and have an eye contact exchanging effortless smiles, is the time we celebrate our Valentine's day, regardless of the date and day.

Don't you please tell her of how unromantic I am, she will die out of laughing..

When the wind tries to hit you from directions, hold on, girl.
When your scar oozes blood, hold it on.

When you find no way out, just hold on again.
Close your beautiful eyes, and smile on it all.

Not that your story is ordinary and deserves to be taken granted.
It is way gorgeous than what all see.

All those tears, heartbreaks, scars are yet too beautiful and deserve respect.
It is fine to find answers.

It is still fine to search yourself. But, dear girl, don't hold it on longer.
You know, few scars do not need to be corroded.
They are better be left unhurt.

Count back those nights you hid your tears somewhere deep down your favorite pillow.
Hundreds. Thousands, may be.

Now, show me, beautiful, how you rose in all those times.
Don't you see life growing beneath your feet?
I respect it. That Everything. I mean it literally.

Someone might not have held you warm. But, tell me, were you not enough alone?

I'm not here to tell you good or bad.
I'm here to see you shine back and let the girl come back to life.

Your feathers want to flap, a deep dive into the blue sky.
I'll still be here on the roof waiting to see the whirls of your free soul.

Wheeeee!
That smile, I long for it. This world longs for you.
There is no other way.
There isn't.
You smile, girl, like never before.
Yes, exactly like this.
You look so gorgeous!