Sometimes, when it's raining, I think about you. I think about you all the way over there, with all that ocean and all those years between us. I think about if you’re doing well, what your bedroom looks like, if you enjoy your job. I think about the times when there wasn't any ocean between us. My time was your time. I think about when I knew the answers about you, because they were my answers as much as they were yours.
Sometimes, when it's raining, l wonder if it’s raining where you are too.
(Originally written as an sms around 4-5 years back)
Kudiye tu h badi saxy
dekha h jabse tujhe to my heartbeat hogyi maxxi
aaja beth mere kol tu
zyada mat soch, tym ka samjh mol tu
de de apna phone number,
bolegi to aajaunga ghar tere ban kar main plumber
chupke se tere room me chalenge,
daru pee kar subah tak tunn hum rahenge
puri raat uhh uhh aaahhh aaahh ka hoga shor
uth kar bhi tu kahegi cmon baby lets do it once more
तेरे शर्माते हुए गुलाबी गाल
मुस्कराते हुए तेरे ये लब लाल
इनसे कहती हो तुम बातें जो
कर देती हैं मेरे दिन हरे
तेरे चहरे पर सूरज की चमक पीली
आँखें तेरी झील सी नीली
ओ प्रिय
तुम ही तो हो मेरी होली
जिसके पास है मेरी खुशियों की गोली
तो फिर आओ
मुझे फिर से रंग लगाओ
बना दो जिंदगी को मेरी एक रंगोली
