To taste love from your lips
To drink the nectar from your palm...

Dress me up with dignity
Make my soul humble and at ease...

Indian kisses
summer leaves mark on my neck...

The sad divine truth
lays under white lies they say...

Her kind eyes are looking after me
even tough I am far away from her now...

Sometimes it is so hard for me to understand
why you live your life the way you do...

You torture me
With every second...

Face covered by sadness
White angels sit on my shoulders...

You are accepted here
to be beside me this life...

Lost in the moment
staring outside...

You and I
standing under the gate of Taj Mahal...

You don't have to die
to scream aloud...