Poured on six cubes of ice, and a splash of lemon
I like such evenings, like today and I am past two of my talls
It feels good, I miss the conversation with you though
The last we spoke, it was about the rush of your leaving
I raised a toast to my own scattering to dust, in a smile too
You seemed quite surprised that I would let you choose parting
I had nothing to hold you back with, than my worthless love
While my love for you maybe deemed worthless, irrelevant
You still make my soul soar into the brightest of the skies
Like the stars that shine in this strange Delhi night sky
Your memories twinkle now at the tinkle of my glass
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