They fall, a little and little each day,
And a lot more,
My hairs.
It has learnt to live my way, I guess.
What shall I fear more?
Soon to disappear my hairs,
Or more sooner my life?

It went too dull, too lifeless,
Not a long ago.
Easy it was ,for me to decide,
A little color should not turn out to be bad.
I painted it red,
Yet not covering it all,
Too much of colour and life,
Not something I can really bear.
Which red are you thinking of?
The rose? Blood? Or the sun, fading away?
I thought of the sun more, which alone can have beauty in fading too, unlike me.
Blood, I don't think of, not much left anyway.

And there I made it,
        The mistake.
How could I even think of, colours?
The darkness is way too deep,
For colours to occupy it's place.
Let it be black,
My life?

The storms my heart has, for ages,
Has begun to soar high now,
And, they still go by the smile,
O' dear.
Amidst all the cacophony,
Of my life,
I still keep a place, safe,
For your silence.
I lie here, so pale and dying,
The same world you live in.
But, you still don't hear me cry.

The sun is magnificent and panoramic,
Till it burns you,
To the core, it burns you.
Have you ever wondered,
The same warmth you crave for,
Has burnt you to ashes?

That city, I escaped into,
Dreams burn in the fire,
The heat kills me, it kills me.
For the place I belong,
It rains, and rains, always.
This cold comforts me.

That city which holds,
Dreams of millions, has mine too,
But misplaced it, somehow.
Ah, it suffocates me,
Lend me one more breathe.

Back I come, to the place,
Where rain renews all,
Where morning is still peaceful.
And, I still love this sky, desperately!