For my best friend ... We know each other over the Internet , have written every day . Then you asked me for a meeting and I remember it like today as we looked for the first time . Our hearts and souls were immediately close . You gave me something sweet and we looked at the city in the night . The lights were Beautiful. We got along so well. I did not feel cold because you were with me . Since you 're a part of me and I of you . We are always there for each other and can tell us everything . Our contact never stands still , every day we learn new each other . I 'm just happy with you , this feeling is unique . I am grateful and happy with what we had so far and have . I love you < 3
I, Prisoner Nr.786, look through the bars of my prison and see how transform the days, months, years in decades.
The earth here emanates from the same scent as the land of my father.
The lowering sun reminds me of the cooling buttermilk my mother.
The rainy season makes my soul gently rock in the garden and the wind of the Lodi Fire.
Insanktesière is not my home. But why do I feel then as my home?
You say I would be a stranger to you. But why do I feel so close to you then?I, Prisoner Nr.786, look through the bars of my prison and see an angel who has descended from heaven.
He bears the name Saamiya and he calls me Veer Pratap Singh.
For Saamiya I was a stranger, but she treated me like their peers.
And by their sincere words new hope is born in me again.
Their strength and great courage who returned to live the will of me.
You say they do not belong to me, but why she fights then so fearlessly for me?
You say, I was a stranger to her, but why I feel so close to her?
I, Prisoner Nr.786, look through the bars of my prison and my heart sees my loved Zaara in saree my mother.
In order to realize my dreams, she forgot her own dreams.
To serve my family she was ready to leave their own.
I just wished they shower you with all the happiness in the world.
I wish nothing more than all alone for her to be there.
You say that my home is not theirs? But why then she lives in my house?
You say we do not belong together. But why do we feel then one?
I, Prisoner Nr.786, look through the bars of my prison.
I am free !!!
i hope you like the new Theme on Bombay Streets.^-^