People read books to gain lessons meant to be used in life..
But you are my lessons .
Unplanned,you came to my life,like stars, beautiful and bright..
But it seems,even destiny planned it out,me crossing over to hold you close..
But why are my arms gone,now that I look back..
Why am I a looser,in this game of love?
Why do I bow down, everytime,loosing everything for love?
Even at times I ask myself in the silent space of my own..
But all I hear is echo of my own words,that calls out,
Calling me a looser..
Playing a loosing game.
Lessons of my life,stay happy,however you are..
With your charisma and charms..
With your beauty and brain,with your smile and gains..
Lessons learnt,stay happy in your own space..
