There are some people who are weird at night.
It becomes a kind of intoxication. One of them
The golden past remains, the nights of the past
There is a lot of history.
Once they were on the other end of the mobile
A dream. And they dreamed
Late at night, not asleep. Their dream wakes up
You have to wake up and see.
__Listen, we will have a house on the seashore.
__ The house will have a small garden, the first flower
For you
__No, no. For you
__We will stay awake on a full moon night.
Does anyone sleep on a Josna night full of them?
To dream of such a future
The night is deep, sometimes it is morning.
Then,
Once upon a time there was a misunderstanding. To break the relationship
One is enough. The loved one is gone,
But the nighttime habit remains. Night
The habit of waking up is not selfish.
As their night deepens,
Emotions then fill the brain. These are in the inbox
The SMS started reading silently.
Immediately on the Facebook ID of the loved one
Ghataghati begins.
The window of memory opens in the gusty wind.
Talking about the afternoon I went for a walk last day
I remember my loved ones turning red with shame
The face floated in the middle of the night.
As many times as Forget everything; Just then
You have to remember the memory. Delete some memories
It cannot be said without fixing it;
Don't want to miss it; I want to forget that.
Then this reminds me of "it" and "it";
"You had a sky ... in the blue sky
There were white clouds ... a dream floating in the clouds
There was ... you had an afternoon ... golden
Lost a walk in the afternoon
It was a moonlit night
Was; One more on the side of the phone tonight
It was a sleepless creature ..... who do you want to forget?
How can you forget? Is it possible? "
Memories may be "very close" or "very close."
Behaya. "Otherwise, even if they push away, they are far away
Why not? Memories in the shadow of the mind
Why walk?
His faithful man is no other faithful
There are people; Can't believe it.
Can't imagine who he's missing
There is tension with someone else.
Suddenly two drops of water from two eyes
Rolled on the pillow. Kanjal touches the water
Pillow wet dreams to ahajari
Stays.
One stops in the dark of the closed room
People; But the world does not stop. Of the earth
There is a moon in the sky; Lots of stars
Stays. Thousands; Millions; Crores