Used to Wake up every morning thinking of the night,
That passed by me and what i said to you, was it true.
The cold morning breeze tastes like a Persian delight,
An I still have you thinking what is MAAM in JAM.
I was late for our meeting, COz something urgent came up,
I didn't wana tell you, it wud have upset u as much,
Lots of thinks happening with me, You have no idea,
And I think a little more and I can tell you what's MAAM In JAM.
I know you were upset, sorry I made you wait,
You smelt like a sweet Jasmine dipped in wild honey,
When I look at you, I remember of exotic fruits,
With which someday I can tell you my fantasies, of MAAM In JAM.
You were smiling when you saw me, Sigh of relief,
'It was definitely something what i had in mind', you thought,
And not what I had painted of me, But still you didn't talk to me,
Your warmth still overwhelms me, You and I we both can be, MAAM In JAM.
Watching Your pink lips, I know your favorite color is Pink,
Your like a doll, waiting to be adored, Like milkshake, You want to be mixed,
Wild and crazy, Like a tinge of Vodka in it, Apricots and African Lemon,
I wanted to reach out to you, Kiss you, Taste those immaculate lips, when we do MAAM IN JAM.
The perspiring Glass of Cold Coffee, the straw touching your lips,
That memory is stuck in my mind, Till the heavens show me a better site,
You look at me and you smile, I lost my heart that moment in time,
I live, In that frozen moment, The moment of MAAM In JAM.
When you laugh its like the Heaven above have showered,
Like the Rains on a barren deserts, pouring for hours,
Hot and Sweet feeling inside me when i write this,
Your touch, like the Chinese Silk, Waiting, waiting anxiously for MAAM In JAM.
And when you were leaving, I had fired up my lungs,
You were looking at me, Gazing at my actions, Dreaming about something,
I looked at your eyes, I came close to you, I wanted to kiss you,
My Heart pulsating, That's when MAAM In JAM began.
If I shot a movie, I will call it JAM, for obvious reasons,
I guess you still thinking, what it is, Gimme ya no. and I will solve this puzzle,
Bombay feels lonely without you now, I got used to messaging so frequently,
But Your Gone, DAM! But Love, I am All yours waiting for you my honey and JAM, For our Final MAAM In JAM.
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