to two of my best friends-lovely and kareena
S he smells of rose She smells of rose and shines of gold, Pulchritudinous, and heart so bold. Her looks can blossom drooping hearts Saddened souls and gloomy parts. In lonely starry dreamy nights I think of her with granted rights. But treading her path in dancing gait She makes me waver, doubt my fate, Will she be back? Or go ahead Leaving no footsteps to trace? Leaving behind the promise of a fire, In which, all my life, I shall warm my hands And be content of having met her once, Merely trying hard to hold her tight To my album of memories So that I don’t miss a single moment spent with her. I still get her fragrance, And get blinded by her smile, Still her smiles make me throb more hard. She shines the azure, And leaves the skies starry, This story to many a kinship I told, She smells of rose and shines of gold...