She appears in my dreams, She steals my heart, The first time I saw her, I went crazy about her, It's her face or the moon? Face is like manifestation of imagination, Face is like a dream, For one moment real and in another, an imagination. Don't know where she hides herself, She teases me a lot, I miss that girl so much !! It's her name I chant, As I sigh wistfully.. What helplessness is this.. She awakens the ache in my heart, She teases me a lot, I miss that girl so much. When I saw her eyes, I was transfixed, It's her eyes or two glasses of wine? I call them eyes or a part of my dream? Eyes in which the sky and earth are captured, I love her hair, Hair, like shadow on my heart, Like over cast dark clouds, When her tresses get entangled, so does the world, When tresses become straight, then the night sings, Our love is yet unrequited, This distance shall be only for few days, She acknowledged my love, She robbed me of my peace, She teases me a lot, I miss that girl so much !! what a moment that was
