Is that you calling from afar?
Or is it just your memory?
I miss the sound of your voice
So bad, it burns inside of me.
Is that your voice on the air?
Or is it just the wind?
I miss your soothing comfort
So bad, that I scream for it.
Is that you dancing over there?
Or is it a mirage that I see?
I miss the look on your face
So bad, that I curse my eyes.
Is that you smiling at me?
Or is it for someone else?
I miss that adorable beaming face
So bad, that I smile no more.
Is that you sitting there alone?
Or is it that you wait for me?
I miss our conversations, my love
So bad, that I just cant breathe.
Monday, December 26, 2005
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کاغز
ان کاغزوں کا کیا کروں تیرا نام جن پے لکھا تھا کورے رہے نا وہ، نا میں شائید ایسا ہی لکھا تھا
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