Start, Start, Start. . .
I dreamed a story that now I wanted to craft. . .
Everything was looking genuine and true. . .
It was adorned by spiced and hysterical moment I felt with you. . .
Though our life is not a fairytale. . .
There are a lot of intricate consequences then Cinderella had. . .
So many fights. . .
Situation those were tight. . .
The cherish days and utmost night. . .
Life may go quaint, but with your hands in mine,
Everything seems all right. . .
With a sense of past. . .
Experience snapped, that would have long last. . .
The shine in your eyes. . .
The wine in my hand. . .
Break-ups, link-ups, the time has gone like Gold smack. . .
Facing all like monolith, together we stand. . .
I am all yours and you were all mine. . .
We will be together till our life ends. . .
Our relation is interminable, not a one-night-stand. . .
Although I know our life is not a fairytale. . .
But together we could try to make one well. . .