I stand in the lonely balcony staring at the stars
Smoke of the unruptured rises from the flames of gust
Memories long standing are a satire and i smile
The smoke gathers in itself the era of rust
Not for me but the happiness of your soul
Sing the song again as the surge of youth sprouts
In the middle of the air I lose myself and all
The song craves me and in it my mind shouts.
Morning brings fresh waves of hopes that
Succeeds but sparsely in erasing my melodies
I stand alone under the cloudy blue skies
And take the stroll down my lane of memories.
This takes time of many a multitude but I walk
when a random sample poses be got a mind
Of faith good willed with wildness of my youth.
Deal with the reapers of religious heart and kind.
The wheel of time goes on in sweet pace of it
Unaware of the sonic spectrum of the dashing waves
I wage a sole battle I know I cannot win ever
Nor get there wards of your soulful love and faves.
The noises rise from within as the waves dash
Against the shores of the loose sands, and foams
In agony of a small, impertinent existence,
My mind's pleasure dives deeper into listless roams.
The more I sink deeper into augmented faiths
Of tampered truths ruining the peace of ill-fate
Sometimes the waves cry in oblivion as I do
Its good to be together, for old times' sake, my mate.