barsaat ka e mosam kuch yaad dilata hai
garam garam pakodou ki aas dilata hai
saath me coffee ki pyas dilata hai
kash tum paas hote e ehsaas jagata hai
One Last Time
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As you realize it's not my breathing but the rustle of the windAnd my
silken skin slips like beads of satin through your fingersFlowing tresses
beckon you ...
8 years ago
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