Beneath the pink rims of my eyes,
Surround layers and layers of clouds.. Clouds of
thoughts, memories and beauties..
Of the last bunch of flowers that adorned my room
Or the radiant blue skies i danced with..
The bloom of the pink roses that fly in the rainy air..
Those lovely colours of the london dreams..
The winds that kissed you,
The makeup that made u look gorgeous..
The touch of ur skin sans anything..
The raindrops getting soaked in your skin..
The fragrance that flowers give you selflessly,
Your beloved’s skin smell that’s like drug to breathe..
And lot many experiences that dont cease to rest..
This is the crop of ur life that u reaped the best..!