Sunanda, can you hear me... I speak when you are around I live when you surround I survive even in circumstances, that never came ahead to favor me
Do you know Sunanda... when you find you can't travel anymore then your dreams are there to propel you When you are urging to die Dreams are there to make you live
But what if... you meander through the lane of memories and mind refuses to return back May I call a dream of us the green carpet of our feelings, your pampered touch and warmth zeal under the canopy of blue sky everything was there...but unseen
What's up... I do live a life for us you always flourished and escaped Still I know you will always be there to cherish our wounded dreams but would my thoughts ever be so strong to reveal your presence that's always unseen no matter what I achieved.
