The Waiting1 min 208 1 min 208
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.