The sun was saying nearly goodbyeTo welcome the lonely night.The tip of the rain kissed my foreheadTo say you are nearby.The noise of thunder created an urgeTo hold you deep

A maiden was sitting Beside the windowpane, Holding a cup of coffee To watch the rain. The wind murmured, The dry leaves raved, Announcing the tidings Of the coming rain.

After a long day of class, Rehnuma returned home. She put her bag on the table and just dug into bed. She was thinking about the pressure of the upcoming

My neighbour’s little girl visited me one day. We sat on the garden swing and swayed back and forth. She got hold of the metal bar across the swing And

I could see the drops falling around me, Yet I couldn't feel them on my skin. Just as I could sense your presence, And catch a whiff of your scent,

I won't survive long, soDon't tell me then that I didn't say how much I love you, because you never tried to feel.Don't blame me for not being honest, because