Whenever I say you are not.. You creep in some how n say I am, 
I freak a smile on my face..  Since I know you are.. A glam, 
Alright all I intend to do such is to see or realise a gussail face, 
But why couldn't be a reverse from there.. A smiling just in case, 
Any way all telepathetic.. Damn even the dictionary doesn't acknowledge, 
Such eternal relationship.. Let go yaar.. Time n God shall decide collage, 
If such exists.. I mean I have got an eye that remains in search of you, 
But I won't peep into others avenues I am not remote controlled ctv of few, 
I am me.. Who sees hears talks n likes to be an own, 
Respecting relating trusting to who believe.. I mean am I known... 
. . . . . . . To you. . . . . . .
 
