In pensive mood, I often feel
This world was never designed for me...

She lives as if in a cocoon
Weaving her tales at every nook and corner...

I feel a strong urge,
To put your beauty into words...

Sweet lady, I speak no lies
When I say, through this rhyme...

You only see the smile I show
But not the invisible tears that fall...

When the mind was numbed with a faraway thought,
When my tongue failed to convey my emotions...