only one thought without randomness
in my mind, constantly, like devotional
song to a painting of weirdness..
things sometimes doesn't make sense
senses don't understand the reception
it keeps wondering whats going on, whence
you came and why are you in motion
i wait for you in nights, i was never scared
without lights, i make pillows and cared
them like its you, to make a perception
of you being closer, a beautiful conception
i know you want me to feel you are always near
i have tried to feel like that, but Oh my love i swear
i have failed miserably trying. And when i dint hear
you voice, the world seems a lie, help me dear..
then i look at you pics, try to be in there with you
try to think what made you smile, and smile back at you
but after hours at looking at those idols, i feel stuck
in those painting, even there i run out of luck
its raining here, its cool and few might find it romantic
i feel dull here, alone, chained to these four walls
its a real perception, clouds are of smoke
its not water which is falling, Someone is crying, its cryptic
and you just called, made my day, may be i can sleep (you actually called, you are right now drinking tea)
things are brighter, colorful now, even clouds don't weep
but till when this pill can work, what effected me is a drug
but I have faith, in you, in him, one day the wait will shrug.