• suraj_jadhav 9w


    This sky and this breeze
    ain't making me freeze.
    The smoke I smoke,
    not giving my mind, a stoke.
    Words I screech on paper,
    Fly in air, like a vapor.
    Talks I listen to now,
    Have no meaning without thou.
    Life loosing its worth,
    Throwing me far and forth.
    Lemme meet we,
    With you in my arms,
    And, love smiling beside with glee.