I don't want the stars to come and fall on my lap I just want to see those stars shining while my fingers intertwined with yours and my head on your lap smiling and shivering with cold chilly winds, smoky visions but the warmth of yours wrapping me around pulling me closer whilst you, on approaching towards the ground, slightly in my ears whisper with the sweetest dominance 'You are the Princess of my World allow me to comfort my princess not through garlands and wreath but armouring my princess, making heavens fall for her with my love, warmth and grace You are the reason for my breath' Your words full of love make me blush, make me shy, Those eyes drowned in search of my presence makes me feel lucky, make me smile, Your warmth makes me calm Your voice makes me happy The stars are a sign of love, and I have the brightest star holding and comforting me with all it's shine. - Disha Roy
Sitting under the candlelight every night, Have you asked yourself, Why do you sit alone in the dark, with some spark of loss, And hanging light in yourself, Do you emerge between, Who were you yesterday and who you will be tomorrow? But, I asked myself, Why do my bones dance, Between the regrets of the past and speedy waves of tomorrow? Why do I survive in the air of a black hole and at the same time I want to color the fly, Why do, I smile with tears inside, And cry out with laugh deep inside, I again ask myself, Who am I? The ghost of myself bounded legally to fear, Or the consideration of real and not illusory vibes, In end I again smile, Screaming out loud , Who am I? The one who, I want mankind to know, Or the one who dies within me every night, Who am I?