for a traveler lost in desert,
you are the only oasis i see........

if you are going to correct me,
i will never stop making mistakes.......

even when i am alone,
you are there by my side........

maturity is when you,
stop making people happy,
and start doing,
what makes you happy.....

you are the only orbit,
on which the satellite of my love revolves........

everything will change,
the flowers blooming today,
will turn brown,
and die,
the sunlight caressing your cheeks,
will burn your face,
the sea you are swimming in today,
will drown you,
the sand you built your castles in,
will engulf your whole kingdom,
the people claiming to love you,
you will watch them walking away,
you will watch the lines of your hands,
fade as if they never existed,
and all you would do,
is sit carelessly,
watch your whole world trembling,
and the worst part,
you wont be able to do anything about it............

your love are the wings,
with help of which my heart flies........