Don't know, what power thou possess,
it is beauty of thee or thy voice,
or it is just presence of thine,
whatever it is so mesmerizing it is,
I can't stop feeling lucky that you are mine.
its thy presence that rediscovered my name,
A name, which was hidden in the debris of pain,
thou rediscovered the eyes no more camouflaged with fever,
also collected pieces of my heart and joined them together.
Even in gloom, your laughter makes the surrounding bloom,
thy presence in a nightmare hardly leaves it one,
with thee beside, I will have every battle won,
when in trouble, its thy voice, thy presence,
which brings back to life and I realize its essence.
Howsoever worried and tensed I am,
irrespective of how uncomfortable and distressed I feel,
its just thy lovely voice, which feels like silk,
and I remember my darling mother,
Just a drop of water and she soothes the boiling milk,
Sometimes I wonder, its real or just reel.
it is beauty of thee or thy voice,
or it is just presence of thine,
whatever it is so mesmerizing it is,
I can't stop feeling lucky that you are mine.
its thy presence that rediscovered my name,
A name, which was hidden in the debris of pain,
thou rediscovered the eyes no more camouflaged with fever,
also collected pieces of my heart and joined them together.
Even in gloom, your laughter makes the surrounding bloom,
thy presence in a nightmare hardly leaves it one,
with thee beside, I will have every battle won,
when in trouble, its thy voice, thy presence,
which brings back to life and I realize its essence.
Howsoever worried and tensed I am,
irrespective of how uncomfortable and distressed I feel,
its just thy lovely voice, which feels like silk,
and I remember my darling mother,
Just a drop of water and she soothes the boiling milk,
Sometimes I wonder, its real or just reel.