Maroonish and white
On a freezing night…

Everything’s unpredictable around you…

Life right now seems like a task
Each day I wake up wearing a mask…

There is no better day
So I’m gonna say this today…

What I have right now is a pen,
Which I bought probably a week ago…

Oh! The rain, swashing on your face,
Hold my hand, let’s dance in grace…

Sometimes you are daunted
And at times you are contented…

Once who used to be friends
Are counted as just followers…

Folks as usual passed her by,
Each of them had their work…

Bouncing on the winds she flew high, very high,- The trees looked up to her…

She comes to unveil the morning light,
By rolling her dark black hair…

All candles tall and short,
Whether stout or very slim…

She met her better version
And liked her a lot…

The mist clears,
And I do see…

Let the last man leave,
I’ll wait here wearing my facade…