I walked past the coffee shop

And I reached my pocket

Only to find my phone, ringing

It dropped on the ground, and shattered

What followed were painful moments

Of lonely nights and restless fingers

One day a bird showed up, asked me

“Which way the wind blows?” I said,

“It blows where you intend to fly, never stops”

Then, someone woke me up -

I felt disconnected from the ways of life

Was I in a long dream, or awake all the time?

It certainly did not seem either,

I had been mesmerized by the love

Of a lady, magical and distant

Who knew nothing but to stop time

And all that seemed disconnected,

Were in fact doors to her, the one

And such has been my way of life.