The face thyself is a mask of skin
You wear a pink smile
Mine is Blue
We look forward to know how much the outfit costs
The outer world takes it as a matter not to mention
As none shows the naked face that they have.


Our paths cross each other on the filthy graph of fate
Thus we come closer by the habitual calling of life …
I stare at your eyes in search of my missing verses
You look at me for the assurance of a healthy life onward …
We become destiny of each other by the rule of exchange  
After a long happy life on the bed of give and take
When an earthquake of pride rise we come to know
The face thyself is a mask of skin