When her beauty beats my mood. Once more I go back to childhood. When her beauty breaks my mind. Where's my bride, I'm used to find. I am waiting at my best book's behest. Because of which, I could never rest. While sunset I'm used to miss her hottest and so sweet kiss offered by dried and chapped lips, which were like two tasty chilli chips in the winter's wave. We could not save. She might meet me. But she is merely my daydream. In summer she is like ice cream. She might meet me at the station. But she's just invisible imagination. She is only an illusion. She is only confusion. ...✍️by Vikas Sahni ©Vikas Sahni #Dream_of_Day #Beauty_Breaks_My_Mind #Beauty_Beats_My_Mood When her beauty beats my mood. Once more I go back to childhood. When her beauty breaks my mind. Where's my bride, I'm used to find. I am waiting at my best book's behest.
