The winds devoid of serenity, since only silence fills the corners of the room and the rows of snow capped mountains, quite transparent as the darkness, so deftly smudges into them.
And while a kid blankly stares outside a car to seek for your hanging body to race along,
the flowers sincerely wait about, to get dusted by your yellow tinted light.
So, while all these lugubrious faces on the globe are looking up high in the sky
with the hope, for your silvery, pearl-white flash of smile, to blithely wipe away their gloom,
I want nothing but, just for my words to reach out to you, to illuminate your face, to lull you to sleep
Because even you can’t be okay all the time and just like us, can have a rather more tough time in disguising it sometime!