I miss the voice that calls my name
I miss the hand that holds me securely
I miss the words that enlivens my day
I miss those eyes that see my soul
I miss the way you call my name
Along with the way you hold my hand
I miss you dearly how you love me
And how you tell me you do
I long to hear that voice again
I hope to feel your hand brush against mine
I hope to see those eys
And I hope to be loved by you as long as I have life
Love Is As Much Of An Object As An Obsession. . EveryBody Wants It. . . EveryBody Seeks It. . .
But A Few Ever Achieve It. . . Those Who Do, Will Cherish It. . .
Be Lost In It And MAmong All . . . Willl Never Never Never Forget It . . .
Till I Die Or Till She Understand
Dat Something Is Wrong
Which Makes Us Feel Sad
Dats The Day Wen I Can Say Happily Dat
Nothings Wrong
Its You And Me Once More
Jara toh aankh khule..Hum hosh me toh aaye.
Hum apne aap me toh aaye.
Hazaar sajde kiye raat-raat bhar hum,
Jo dil saaf na ho..
Kya jamee pe noor aaye..!!
