Eyes of sorrow, those lips of pain
that heart of gold, that smile so fake.
For the crowd she walks like the princess comes,
so lonely yet so untouched by the world around.
To find that, to find that heart
makes me wish, makes me wish for some more.
How well she acts, for a crowd so big,
and yet look at me, whisper by her eyes
This dream may never be over, is all,
is all I could dream!
With the temperature dipping low,
there is dew on my window.
I look outside,
is that snow on the street below?
Look at my watch, it way past midnight
the party just warming up
and I want to slip by
To that lake mile uptown
where there are few swarns still holding on.
To just lay back and feel the cold
let it touch me and melt till reaches my soul
To see the snow dropping low
from the sky that seems so close
that I can just hold it in my hands
a slight blow from my mouth would let it flow like sand
Just waiting for the right lines to end
this melody of lines that I append.
tarun bhatia...!