When the waters of life are choppy
God saved you from the storm
When times are smooth sailing
God gave you friends

The cloud breaks a little with a soft thud
A shower is anticipated, but the sun shines though
An effervescence flows through the river
As every bead of rain stirs the mammoth

A ice sheet piled on another melds into one
The vapors of meet the wide ether
Now the sun has turned crimson
A blizzard forms the weather

A touch of sun, a hope of a flower
Is enough to change everything
From a wintry, desolate stretch
To a island with hot, temperate hedges

The sun makes me squint my eye
There are times I don't wanna see the light
The cold makes me clutch my arms
You've held my eyes in your cold gaze

We could walk over the streets in the rain
The steps look like a painting of *******
Colorful but bleak, full of pain
The glaze of the puddles shine on the night

The dandelions in the field make me sniffle
There are times I don't wanna see the light
The cold makes me clutch my arms
You've held my eyes in cold gaze

In every waking moment, I seek the wretched past
Sleeping and dreaming seem to be a blur
I want an escape from the chaos of my mind
But let me tell you a rhyme nonetheless

The shadows of the incoming evening cool the forest
Like lights glinting through the trees in Ranthambore
Hunters with their rifles and bruises
Have the tiger in their sights, I am silenced with the muzzle

Like the blind, we tracked our way
I am free knowing this day
We followed the jackals and nilgai, out we went
I am veering at every shot, alive, as the raven quiver

Now my lips are shaking and trembling
My heart rushes with its warmth slowly ebbing away
It pumps dreams into my bloodstream, raising itself
Until I am shattered, scrounging for the illusory past

I am filled with regret, maybe I am unable to express
If you read this through and through
You know the power of hunger and desperation
Let's just say I played the cards just like you

I am grateful that I took it easy on myself
Life and sleep seem to be a blur
In a land where the people are blind
I am glad I can see now, where I went wrong

My mind has closed in itself
I know I will miss my Ranthambore
My childhood will miss the search
I will miss it all but I am glad I lived through it all

Civilization is born
In an instant
And lost forever
It does resurface often; don't count on it

The traces of logical development
All lost to the constant brisk stride of progress
The pace of everyday with broken sidewalks that line the streets
All missing from the newspapers I once read; my eyes have bled

The people who once existed become memoirs
Those memoirs with celebrities, now memories
All have been cast away and exiled
Only to come and meet us at our destiny

Children whom you loved to play with
The game has changed, my friends
One must start again
To make it into the books of history