It's me the room no. 311
Waiting since thousands days and nights.
What an intoxication and fragrance!
What all do we in our breathes?
My breathes have got locked in your breathes.
The ambience is intoxicated
It's somewhat colourful
There's a lightening
When I feel your breathes.
Every other moment I feel your presence
Drenched in the sweat is a sweet
What's pining in the heart.
Your toxication will take its own time to subside.
Your breathes have become fragrant along with my breathes.
It's me the room no. 311
Waiting since thousands days and nights.