Him: Goodbye, my dove Until tomorrow. I promise to make It a very special.
Her: Standing at the window Soft breeze caressing my soft curls I see deep into the dark sky Finding some clues in those stars. What’s that special tomorrow?
The excitement is too great I can’t get any sleep, I know no point Calling you & asking You surely are not telling. Then how should I figure it out?
Let me enlist some guessing on paper Also, what all movies we have seen together I know you will pick something correctly from there Then I can short list & further short list, May be I come close To real thinking May be I guess Full on bull’s eye!
But that will kill your zing To give me this surprise It’s truly unfair on my part. What if you actually Pull up that stunt To land hot air balloon On the terrace of mine? Oh My God! I am definitely fainting.
I am thinking so much I can’t wait for tomorrow. Dear moon, set soon Glorious sun, rise up soon Standing on the window Crossing fingers to heart I earnestly request you.
I thank you God For all that you give, This endless joy!
Did I just hear The message beep Of my mobile?
Him: Sleep my dove Tomorrow is just to come I promise to make It a very special one.
Tomorrow is a better day Tomorrow is a greater day, Tomorrow never dies It lives back with smiles!!! As I unfathom into the misery of others, misery of the world As I unransom with truth the silence of the broken,
Like a snowfox it stampedes. A mass panic of legs after the flame festival. Language moves like a landslide, without vocabulary. A love sperm will not go into the test tube. Baby was waiting, looking for mother. The wetland was
She’s loved by many but walks alone. It’s not because she has no one to comfort her, or that she isolates herself from those surrounding her, but it’s because she’s all the strength and comfort she needs. While others find