He liked that curly hair,
So I stopped straightening my hair,
He liked the way i could talk forever,
So I only spoke to him,
He would get lost in my eyes,
So I only kept him in my eyes,
He liked simplicity,
So I stopped dressing up,
Leaving behind my colorful colors, I got colored in the color of his love,
I adopted every single thing he liked,
Sadly, he never had the chance to see me colored in his likes.
....
Usse kundal passand the,
To maine baal seede karne chorr diye,
Mera bolna passand tha,
To main sirf uss ke saath bolti thi,
Meri aankho mein kho jaata tha,
To maine apne aankho mein sirf usse bassaya,
Usse saadgi passand thi,
To maine sajna sawarna chorr diya,
Apne rangeele rang chorr ke, uss ke pyar rang mein rang gayi thi,
Har wo cheez jo usse passand thi maine apna layi,
Lekin wo raha hi nahi apne rang mujh pe dekhne ke liye.
