Slow moving clouds
Where do you go
In this ever changing world
How do u move
With such an ease

Slowly changing
But never stopping
To those seasons for whom u change
What do you say to them
To the wind which you always respond
Tell me clouds it's it love ?

Grey or blue
Sometimes pink red and orange
How do you change so fast
You adapt to the phenomenon which change with you
You respond to wind which never betrays you
Then tell me clouds when are you gonna make me fly ?
Into those steep colours of yours

Clouds of despair
Slowly engulfing the rest of the sky
Smell of soil
And feel of rain
Took my soul to a brand new land

Colours of grey white blue and hue
And the sun which slowly settles down
Sound of a thunder and sight of freedom
Smell of soil and feel of rain
Took my soul to a brand newland

Careful and slow with the moment
As if enjoying every bit of the cosmos and
Never too rushed out or never too harsh
Smell of soil and feel of rain
Took my soul to a brand newland

Slow wind which touches my face
Took my breath away
It's much for me
Smell of soil and feel of rain
Took my soul to a brand newland

Summer sweet land
For climate yet so cold
Work of love
Work with love
Never betrayed me
And neither did the
Ever large sky

A lonely night
With moonlight so bright
Hide and seek with a bat
Tears fall from the maidens cheeks so flat

Was the moonlight trying to embrace her
Or was it too like many others trying to abandon her
As feelings overflow from her heart
Turning into tears in her eyes

As she took the blame for things never done
As she took the responsibility of situation that was never hers
As she wished she could die

Just like that forgotten youth
Which was growing out of its life

Dots of light flicker
Of the neon city
Pink green and neon

Clear as the glass
Reflecting those lights
Water flows down my cheek

Deep as the oceans
Bright big wet eyes
Wishpering into my heart

Should have been somewhere
Other than here
Lonely crowded streets of the neon city

As the bus travels
Wind rushed
Through my hair from the window

Memories overflowed
Just like those tears
Vivid and clear

A salty day
Of many
In the neon city