Without you The stroll is just a walk The conversation is just a talk Why do I stare into empty spaces? Why do I keep making straight faces? When you’re not there by my side All my smiles have been dried Come on now you! What would I do without you? Without you The songs are just a sound The stage is just the ground Why would I dance in the silence? Why would I take any offense? All my moves have been lost I need you here at any cost Come on now you! What would I do without you? You know it’s strange that I love you And you got no clue that I really do Even if you do, or even if you care; Whether you’re blushin’ crazy or whether you’re scared you’d rule my heart and you’d be its queen I’d see you every day in my sweet dreams It’d be nice if you knew Come on now you…
Seasons turn, yet their rhythm never falters. The rains arrive when they must, the sun blazes in its time, and winter winds whisper their quiet chill. So too with this blog—its name carries a deliberate flaw, a gentle reminder that mistakes are part of us, often unnoticed, sometimes beautiful. Let this one be the sweetest slip of all: where Ameet becomes a myth, and myths find their faith. That's "Ameethyst"—born of imperfection, yet gleaming all the more for it.