deep on the pages of book of my life
happiness, sadness, and a little jibe
few pages back to this refrain start
can you see that jubilient spark
yes the very day I prayed
and the shape of love you sprayed
O dear! on the pages of book of my life
happiness, sadness, and a little jibe

sitting in that aroma store
witing for something that had never happened before
you entered with a beaming smile
there was some change in your profile
tell me if all this was true
was it just between me and you?
O yes! on the pages of book of my life
happiness, sadness, and a little jibe

It was just another day
though many people passed my way
we walked together that lonely land
me, soothing beneath your loving hand
memories, did you happen to see
you realised, how happy you made me
come on, on the pages of book of my life
happiness, saddness, and a little jibe

I had lost myself in that rainy weather
flying high were my spirits like feather
in the arms of the prince of my dreams
your love for me was radiant beam
the silver line at that cloudy shore
with them came my secret uproar
the cold breeze, some drops a few
like me over the leaves as dew
you had harboured your ship on my land
pious and pure were its sand
love on the pages of book of my life
happiness, happiness, happiness, what a drive

but unfurl the closed section in there
a gloomy, turbid shelf to share
my long knit dreams were broken this time
in silence, I screamed, I cried
shattered was my virtual pride
I returned, along an inherent tear
what more, nothing left to fear
I had lost myself at that place
what I was now, was just a trace
I could not cry, neither anymore scream
I was broken, shattered, lost again in that dream
tears on the pages of book of my life
sadness, sadness, sadness, no drive

pages turn along with breeze
again life started with whistle and cheese
burning upright, was the love flame
in my heart, glowed your name
I laughed, I enjoyed every day again
but somewhere your absence, a burning train
back to start on the pages of book of my life
happiness, sadness, and a little jibe

aloof, I cried another night of my life
these were marks of some irony knife
I screamed aloud, a shout this time
I had lived a life time, I died at nine
gray are now the pages of my life book
silent cry and howl, nothing left to hook
Life again had played another game
but still upright is the same faith flame
resting beside the my life book
happiness, sadness, and a little jibe

wait..

darkness of night isinit so dark
its deep bright if you see from my side
cuddling emotions bubble up at the same time
and glorifies it even further
Its not just about the silent night
Its about you and me in the aroma of fumes
fumes, of the passion I carry for you
and the one hidden somewhere deep in you
Gluttering images of the closeness of two of us
your silent touch around the corner of my curl
the silent response with an echo of joy
another feel of that insensible self
stronger it goes, weaker I feel about myself
and the twinkling sensation thats deep in your eyes
one that links you and me and the world around
but the world is out of sight at this point of time
night awaits you and the pleasure you lend to time.