Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Song of love



Oh my love started with a phone call
I can tell that to all.
She was pretty new to me
Even though we were on the same department
But I was bit delinquent.


Later, she started to talk
I started to flirt
We spoke for hours yet it was only for a week
It never made me geek
I knew all love starts with flirt.


I recognized that even I have started to articulate
She became my flight of imagination
For her I became elation
Our phones became old
Meantime we have reached the Seventh World.


We became so intense
This even made us to forget our chow
I understood our love has started to grow.
My life became entirely different
Instead of being eloquent
Now I knew we were in love with each other.


The nights made us artic
This was so frantic
So we had more insomniac nights
We unstated each other
Oh, Love is the best part of existence.