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Aditya Thakur

Abstract Fantasy Others

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Aditya Thakur

Abstract Fantasy Others

Forsaking Summer

Forsaking Summer

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The winter winds are scything blue, and it's as barren as it gets

And i have got my favorite song on, on my vintage radio set

The promises i made long ago, to the people whose name i dont recall anymore

Came apart at the seams, brick by brick, everything that meant forevermore.




I feel drowned in too deep, for the light to catch me now

It feels like I stay unremembered in the most violent of the crowds

These city-lights, they scare me and the sun burns me till everything turns to white

And the black hats never stop asking, if I was feeling alright.



At the most questionable hours of night, I ask if this is what am I living for

And its all a slow red burn till there’s a knock at my door

It isn’t you or the friends, or the winter cold or the summer heat

It’s the humans who let it all out in silence and birds who wish to speak



Soon it’ll be summer, with palms trees and the golden seashores

But the grass shall stay rose-brittle to keep up with the winter’s cold

I’m longing to be taken to an island in the back of the beyond

Away from these name-carved sidewalks, that I have grown so fond of



The air around is filled with questions of how can it all just be gone

As I walk along the sidewalks to the familiar structures I have always known

And as the city dust settles down onto the silver-colored stones,

I guess I should sail off before another summer comes and goes



And everything goes just the same way, hurting just like before

Boys and Girls still bothered about the pictures they once tore

Maybe I’d find a new sound, or discover the golden old ways

And come back to a changed town, to look for the ones who could have stayed

Watch me as I sing to the old tunes, as I move astray with the winds

Maybe I’ll build a new sandcastle for the same old waves to crash in

Now the sun's getting down and the rain doves have flown back to the corners

And i'll keep up with the wintertides, tiringly forsaking the summer.


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