Let’s dream of a place, In between spaces of space In this whimsical hour Watch how time devour, Our lyrical tryst Amidst the winter mist
Sharing dream amid the flowers for a couple of hours The dreams in which I'm dying Or rather just denying Deluding the petty mind Of the worldly grind
It’s a beautiful day So dazed, we just lay Birds and bees won’t disturb us, While our thoughts turn incongruous We’ll forget that we are even real It’ll all be too surreal.
You open your eyes to say Out comes only a pray Slowly the dusk beckons Breaking your heart it’s gone; Gasping desires Dreams on a pyre.