Your handkerchiefs lying in left pocket of my every shirt, Your coffee mugs lying on my foremost shelf of kitchen, and most importantly, for the sake of my balcony, Where our minds drive to moon and we our dance on your husky songs... (Read caption ...) Hmm, So the night when you were so busy reading "The rape of lucrece" by Shakespeare, And your eyes were just about to have a nap, but you didn't allow them, for you need to know about what happens the next, and I asked you to have a shower, because the night was quite luke and the tap water, was much freezy, and you moved ahead for it. I was standing at my backyard, gazing the skies, listening jazz, humming lyrics, "...Yeh moh moh ke dhaage, Teri ungilyon se ja uljhe..." Lost in my fantasies of galaxies, and all of sudden, You came out of the bathroom, swaying your wet hair, and, oh! Ohhh! .