Because, It's You

i’m not a beach person but i go to one because it is your heart’s calling,

and i would run off to london for a holiday because it is you who loves the snow’s falling;

and i would dress myself in all blacks because it is your favourite hue,

and whenever you’re not around i feel the deepest shades of blue;

to the world i speak of nothing, to you i cannot stop speaking,

and all the times we’ve done the sneaking;

i wouldn’t trade it for anything in this world,

not even for watching ‘jab we met’ like it was my first time,

or for my favourite pav bhaji’s dine;

and beneath the sun’s warm glow or the moon’s soft beams,

your favourite lilies bloom— a symphony of dreams.

yet in the garden of choices, where daffodils sway,

i’d pick lilies for you, in their elegance, id stay;

in the language of flowers, our bond is spoken,

a bouquet of memories and a promise unbroken;

so among the blooms, where love subtly distils,

I choose lilies for you, amidst the daffodil hills.