Dark days bright nights
Full of shadows and mystifying delight
A part of me some bit of you
Converging like the rays red with sky blue
Chants of the soft hymns
Like the skip of heartbeat on hearing pseudonym
Parallels drawn into the past
Detaching that madness like an iconoclast
Senseless on the mind
A kind of petrichor you asked me to find
A stroll into the woods;
A pebble in the brooks
A heart full of your guilt;
Like the sweet lies you built
An excuse you made me believe
Faraway from our gushing meadows, lending you unease
Am omen for that hollow future
A blessing in disguise to make me more mature
A burden you'd be carrying for a while
May turn that xerophytic soul a bit fertile
And help you turnover from your guile
While I'll be waiting elsewhere with a tinge of smile !