It is dusk, about the time the light should fade away,
Make way for the darkness, she has her own place as well,
It's that time when you should shut your eyes,
And just think....all that was the day, ....the year, .....the life
We have walked thus far, one step at a time,
Finding our way through the unstructured maze
The darkest alleys could not stop us, we lit our lamps of the way,
But now, the lights should go off....
Make way for the darkness, she has her own place in my heart,
And let me just think....all that was the journey, ...the life
Am I sounding like an old man .... one who has lost all faith?
Don't get me wrong, we are too afraid to fade away,
May be it's not all that bad to take a pause and look back..
Because beyond all that was... there was a beautiful dream,
The one which you dreamed as a child,
Where you stood in middle of nowhere, beneath a melancholy bougainvillea tree,
Waiting...and waiting...and waiting for bird to emerge,
From his newly build nest...so that you could jump with glee
At the first site of the newly born kid...!!
The dream has dried down today,
You had to run....could not wait,
And the storm came and the tree fell
And the nest was shattered into pieces,
You did not look back, not a tear from your eyes...
Beyond all that was..there was the dream, never lived, yet never forgotten.
Make way for the darkness, she has her own place as well,
It's that time when you should shut your eyes,
And just think....all that was the day, ....the year, .....the life
We have walked thus far, one step at a time,
Finding our way through the unstructured maze
The darkest alleys could not stop us, we lit our lamps of the way,
But now, the lights should go off....
Make way for the darkness, she has her own place in my heart,
And let me just think....all that was the journey, ...the life
Am I sounding like an old man .... one who has lost all faith?
Don't get me wrong, we are too afraid to fade away,
May be it's not all that bad to take a pause and look back..
Because beyond all that was... there was a beautiful dream,
The one which you dreamed as a child,
Where you stood in middle of nowhere, beneath a melancholy bougainvillea tree,
Waiting...and waiting...and waiting for bird to emerge,
From his newly build nest...so that you could jump with glee
At the first site of the newly born kid...!!
The dream has dried down today,
You had to run....could not wait,
And the storm came and the tree fell
And the nest was shattered into pieces,
You did not look back, not a tear from your eyes...
Beyond all that was..there was the dream, never lived, yet never forgotten.
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