Heart awaits for the rain,
which gives a chance to cry b'coz of pain,
The unlift that has,
can never be vanished,
Time makes many things to forget,
But not this,
In the deeps,she stays,
She stays,She laughs
She laughs bCoz,
Of the belief which i had on her,
Of the belief which made me to this stage.
She now cries, in the deeps,
Gazing in all the directions, from the corner of the heart,
for which she has left,
for which she has lost,
for which she made decision,
Laugh, cry whatever,
makes my heart broken
Still it cares, it cares for her,
My soul still has her mark of change.
where is the energy which drove me to highest of the anxiety,
to make and jade the things,
Every moment spent was not a dust.
Playing with her duppatta,
Teasing her in the joint wheel of circus,
Scaring her in the roller coaster,
Hugging her in vain,
Kissing her forehead, when she cries,
Cuddling her in kitchen.
Of all the memories, which has been in the memory of happiness,
Makes my present too notorious,
There is no joy left in life,
Everything has been rubbed dark,
The dark which made my present most vulnerable.
The activeness in the life has gone,
world's assumption of seriousness is money,
Fact of seriousness is the agony that left behind,
An agony that has been dig,
which was filled with love,
but now with full of memories
After all, in the deeps, she stays,
She stays, she laughs,
She laughs, she cries,
she cries, makes me cry too.
which gives a chance to cry b'coz of pain,
The unlift that has,
can never be vanished,
Time makes many things to forget,
But not this,
In the deeps,she stays,
She stays,She laughs
She laughs bCoz,
Of the belief which i had on her,
Of the belief which made me to this stage.
She now cries, in the deeps,
Gazing in all the directions, from the corner of the heart,
for which she has left,
for which she has lost,
for which she made decision,
Laugh, cry whatever,
makes my heart broken
Still it cares, it cares for her,
My soul still has her mark of change.
where is the energy which drove me to highest of the anxiety,
to make and jade the things,
Every moment spent was not a dust.
Playing with her duppatta,
Teasing her in the joint wheel of circus,
Scaring her in the roller coaster,
Hugging her in vain,
Kissing her forehead, when she cries,
Cuddling her in kitchen.
Of all the memories, which has been in the memory of happiness,
Makes my present too notorious,
There is no joy left in life,
Everything has been rubbed dark,
The dark which made my present most vulnerable.
The activeness in the life has gone,
world's assumption of seriousness is money,
Fact of seriousness is the agony that left behind,
An agony that has been dig,
which was filled with love,
but now with full of memories
After all, in the deeps, she stays,
She stays, she laughs,
She laughs, she cries,
she cries, makes me cry too.