In the midst of golden dusk, my fingers entwined in yours, head resting on nook of your arm, breathing your fragrance, intoxicated, I find myself… all over again!
How can you tell the rain not to fall when clouds exist? How can you tell the leaves not to fall when the wind exists? How can you tell me not to fall in love when you exist?
Last night, thinking of you, one tear rolled out. I asked, why are you out? Tear said, there is someone so beautiful in your eyes, now there is no place for me.
