The skies are so beautiful tonight
They wait for our founded love
Under the moonlight
The fullness of it's sheen
Where we surrender our best
In the sweet sweats of our dreams
The whine and the punts
In the sweet sweats of our dreams

The clouds are still grey tonight
They await for our sacrifice
Our touch, the sighs, the bangs
The trueness of their sight
Where our eyes steals our hearts  
In the sweet sweats of our dreams
The whine and the punts
In the sweet sweats of our dreams

Fireflies shine over the midnight world
Testament to creation unfurled , Angelic
orbs that kindle the glow of young thoughts
Loves first kiss forever held in our precious heart
Writing our emotions in the twilight tapestry
The promise of forever carved on a moonlit
'Oak tree tablet' for all eternity
Holding on to one another on a Summer porch
swing , a journey through the Heavens on a
song filled evening

The rock that once balanced on the mountain
has now tumbled down and blocked the only pass,
the valley remains cut-off, unable to sustain
even prayers could not move the big stubborn mass.

When great minds converge, they carry burden of hopes,
when creativity has to come out of neccessity,
esoteric ideas amalgamate with ladders and ropes.

Sheer force was unable to move the heavy bull
the ram was dropped and chisel was chosen,
it was time to think whether destruction can be beautiful

That which cannot be moved, can be carved to perfection
suited to your need, can bloom with painstaking nurture.
The valley now has become a source of attraction
with a tall structure on pass, called a gateway to the future.