If it is over it was a wish
If it is not over it is a dream
Either way,
If it is meant to be mine
It will come back to me.
Long have the welling waters receded,
To make way for the freshness ot spring.
Now that the flowers have lost their fragrance,
And the cuckoo bird rarely calls
I know not if the wait is over.
Yet the stars play music
Rolling in the sky
And the shooting star keeps falling
To delight in fancy.
I understand not the roughness of harsh words,
All I wanted was a day for the divine
All the diyas lit still waits for you.
O' my love
Come and stir the hardness of a broken heart
Life waits to blossom again
To feel vibrant and alive.
Life is joy when it holds you
Life is wonder when you are all smiles
Life is heaven when we are together.
You are formless like my dreams
I have lost myself seeking you
Now that we are one
My heart is yours
Still if you say you don't love me
I know not what to answer
Playing with the stars meant playing with you
And the soft winds
Come love merge in me
I am all yours.