The white t-shirt sticks to his body, Gripping every curve of his muscles he has built, While his longish hair is curled up, Giving it a twist. He shakes it off at me, Teasing me before he even comes close, I only grin at him, As I read him like a prose. His stubble tickles my neck, While he leaves kisses of droplets, He smells like rain and now, me, Living an unforgettable scene. song in the background: tum se hi from jab we met

Under dramatic skies, With quick winds, He stands on his terrace watching, The rain pour, Until his eyes see her, On another terrace, Few...

I don't know, Who to look at, Tonight when she arrives, Turning around the corner, With a skip in her step, And hair flying all over, As...

On some days, Things don't happen the way I want them to happen, While you say it's okay and end up labelling them with the phrase,...