U be a rock I will be water U be a rock I will be a flower Love is not you responding back But me

They were crazily in love It was like One who could see But not speak Guide the one Who could ask the path But not

He held her Like a raindrop holds on to a twig Knowing that it is over Yet so afraid to let go So clingy So

Jinse hum mohaabat karte hain  Vahi hume jalaate hain  Pighlaate hain  Per jal Kar  Hum nadi bante hain  Behte hain Aur mil jaate hain ataah

They were crazily in love  It was like  One who could see   But not speak  Guide the one  Who could ask about the path  But

Woh the ki pighalte nahin the  Aur hume tha ishq ka junoon  Bas aakhri saason mein  Un par apna rang bikher diya….. Broken is beautiful 

He kissed her gently  And she lit up like the fern leaves  Happy Valentine

The exhausted sun  On the way to meet its beloved  Where it will leave behind all its harshness  Would be accepted and embraced unconditionally  And

The world made her harsh and bitter, But love still flowed in her veins  When the sun kissed her  The breeze danced with her  The

She is pristine white I am feiry passionate pink  We dance separately  Yet  We bloom and grow together  Both of us know Our time together

Leaves and the moon  I am so desperately and completely in love with you  That I want to hide you completely in my hug  Possess

Little book of love  All my life I sought the beloved  The beloved who  Will accept me completely  Love me unconditionally  With whom I feel

Aankh micholi khelte hain hum dono  Thak jaata hoon toh chala aata hoon uske paas  Bina kuch pooche samet leti hai apne aagosh mein  Samajh

I am unkempt, raw, wild, untamed like her  And she loves me for that  She dances with joy even when rooted  I am learning that 

They were close  Together  In love  Their roots intertwined  Yet each danced its own dance  They gave each other  Belonging And  Freedom

Love is like sunshine  Whatever it embraces  Or shines upon  It makes them beautiful  I am sunshine I am love  Bus  Weather thoda cloudy hai…..

In a structured,  harsh, chained world  She chose to be the wild, sensuous bougenvelia  They saw a crazy flower, strewn on the road  She was

What is desire  What is love Desire is restlessly wanting to own and consume the shore  To breaking myself every moment for someone who is