The Waiting

May the sun shine in reflex

May the soul burn in distress (everyday),

And the mind want some booze,

With the heavy inability to choose

Between the memories that blaze

And that dream which has lost its glaze,

To soothe the flames ignited inside.

The stupid Heart bears the chide (everyday);

But it's stupid enough not to ponder,

Over the fake promises & dreams yonder.

It still prefers to wait for the monsoon

Until her flesh sank into gloom.

It believes he will be back again

And will wet her dried soul then.

Actually, It's all about the stupidity of love

That will make everything numb

Except the heart, to ache

With the scattering flakes.

Yes, it's all about the stupidity of love.