” The Day at outside of The museum”

I was like burning wildfire,

then you came like gentle breeze of monsoon

And touch me with your velvet touch

my burning wildfire turns into dance of flames,

I was like misguided ship;

then you came like perfect force of strong wind

And touch me with your little brave Hand

my misguideness turns into way of goal,

I was like darkest night,

then you came like full bright moon

And touch me with your unlimited light

My darkness turns into source of light.

My life hasn’t felt like home before you

Now all my life turns into a stage and I would love to do all shows of my life with you on it,

One day I’ll find the right words and they will be simple;

till then I’ve this to say

“you’re the way of love,

I’m some immaturity,

if you mix me in yourself,

my beloved it will be a great love story”

the one

Yes, you are the one I want to meet…….

You are a star,

I can only see you from distance,

but I will follow you,

to the darkest corners of the night sky.

I would write you here,

but I know you would not want to stay,

I don’t know who you are

but I want like to know about you.

Yes , you are the one I want to meet…..

with a hope to meet you,

each day I travel on new paths,

 meet me just before I wake,

just before I start thinking,

just before I fall apart.

when I look up,

I don’t see the sky,

when I look down,

I don’t see the earth,

wherever I look you are

the one all I see.

                             Yes, you are the one I want to meet…..