i was tuned to a pakistani love loreit is some thing like this
"for you
my thoughts
my pulse beats
any my soul"
i wonder at the english translation of love
but the volume was horrible
so my passion for your thoughts
i remembered my univ days
probably i'vent' changed at all
lost in a lost love
the love doesn't know
why the hell is so fussy
my black roses smile again
keep cool my love
it's always like that
i hear and smell their smiles
i know odourful ways are too exotic
i ask myself
too much for too less
so does the song
but i kept the volume intact
suddenly my brain intervened
it's enough for the day
i squeezed to the sane nerves
probably its limits are too short
as i remain hooked to
what is less defined
but pervasive all the way
thro' my neurons
source: shipra.v
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