The eerie silence outside .. the cool breeze coming from window and the never ending song on my pavillion made a perfect setup and mood to write....
Sick of the day
Sick of the night
And I row the boat
With hope in light
With memoirs in mind
And love in heart
Confusion throngs my thought
What she is and what she was
I don't know who I was
To her foundness and to her friendliness
What to say of the lust I had
What to say the dreams I beamed
What to say of the words we spoke
What to say of the day we broke
What to say of the melodious fable
Is it the first wind that ripped the ship?
Or the first storm that taught me a lesson
That friendship and love are two side of coin
And yet one never meets the other...!!
