Call me old fashioned, but I think that the epitome of romance is being able to lie with each other in dark and talk for hours .. about nothing and everything .. Because as long as you can do that, love will always be around ..
khwaab mein woh raat aati hai mere ...
yaad hai woh raat chaudah ferwary ki ..
lamhe piroye the kuch motiyon se...
baatein karte rahe the aadhi raat tak ..
kahaaniyaan sunaayi thi kuch sitaaron ki ..
aur goonjti rahi thi hansi humaari ..
shor se chand aa khada hua tha takne ..
siraahne kuch yaadein chor gaya tha ..
aaj bhi woh raaat khwaab mein aati hai mere ..
aur kaale din gulaabi kar jaati hai ..
tumse zyaada kuch nahi ..
chaudah ferwary ki woh raat ..
us baat se zyaada kuch nahi ..
This is for you baby, because I never told you how much the night of 14th Feb meant to me. To rediscover what we had lost for some time. I still have to learn to appreciate the materialistic gifts more, but as long as we have such nights with us, there is nothing to worry about .. :)
With love,
Me
