I miss your touch
I wasn't planning to
I never thought I was the guy
Who'd long for that body
And kissing wasn't to be looked forward to
But here I am
I thought I was the type
Who would love right
And if ever, miss the feeling, not the body
But then, what is right
Is it too wrong to miss your feel?
I ask myself
I did fall for you
Before I even imagined a touch
Your voice, your look,
Lol, your eyes, my world was shook.
It somehow feels sinful to wish
That when I push my head into a pillow
That my arms could wrap around your waist
And that I could turn to sneak a kiss
So fallen prey to my hormones, I call it
Somehow feels a little more though
For when the sky is cast, and down it pours
That the thing I miss isn't the touch,
What I miss is it being, yours.
Uski nadaaniyan Meri madhoshi ko, khaamoshi samajh kar uska rooth jaane Meri choti-choti shikayaton se, uska dil yun hi toot jaana Mere aane ki khushi ko yun chipana, Mere jaane ke dukh ko, gusse mein badal kar, uska khud ko, man hi man sahlana Hum ab ek doosre ke paraye hain, aisa bol kar bhi mujhpar uska haq jataana, Mere uski is baat se mere maan jaane par, fir mujhi se, uska rooth jaana :) Bas aisi hi naadaniyon se, mera man behlaye rakhna, aur mujhe dur dhakelte dhakelte, aise hi mere karib, aate rehna.
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