Your terrace- last day of Delhi.
The half-beer against the
Full meal got to my head.
I didn't gather myself to
Tell it to your to your face,
So I sent you an SMS,
Can I Hug You..?
You didn't say anything.
Made excuses to sneak
Down the stairs.
Aloof, dejected..listening to
'No Surprises' I spread
Myself on the terrace
Cursing the shooting stars
That aren't in my fate.
Then a sudden brush of hair
On my face and the warmth
Of your lips on my cheek.
When I opened my eyes-
A fading image of yours
As you rushed back down the stairs.
The sudden blues in the sky,
A bloom of roses and it played-
The sudden blues in the sky,
A bloom of roses and it played-
'What a wonderful world'.