Walking through the road…
This gets me into the nostalgic mode…
I still gaze at the window, when I pass by that road…
Looking for someone who blushes and smiles…
And on that path I’ve travelled miles…
In disappointment I always leave…
Having found nobody, I leave with a belief…
Belief of, “either” someday you’ll be at the window and ask me to take you along…
And we would walk on the rhythm of a beautiful song…
Belief of, “or” someday you’ll be at the window waving me a forever good bye…
And I’d leave when you tell me the reason why…
And if you don’t, I’ll be still forever…
I’ll leave never…
How can I move on without knowing the reason...?
Where an instance in me believes that you’ll be back with a beautiful season…
Your first name with my last is what I desire…
But your “No”, will put me through hell and fire…
I’ve spoken all my fantasy…
With this feeling I feel so mushy…
See… It’s been so long…
And I haven’t been able to move on…
- Manish Mehta
