Sometimes some wrinkles keep on penning poetries Being a wholesome night's moon, it gives the view of a dazzling sun Loneliness creates a home in the heart, still a broken hope arises from these sensitive nerves Will I ever be able to meet myself, by walking in these roads full of obstacles There are some relationships, solely dependent on support and trust Although being criticised openly, whose purity being questioned Your hand in my shoulders, and yoyr words giving serenity .. that evening within the walls of a metro I was an average woman, whose mind and feelings has been freed by you, from a deep well of darkness (Inspired from the movie 8am metro...)