The little yellow light...
Flickering at a distance...
Makes my conscience take a turn...
Makes me think for an instance...
Have I been correct always?
Have I always made things right?
When I made all the clouds myself...
And kept away all the light...
In love, i did make my heart beat...
To every tune that made its way...
But did I keep all my faith..
or I just let them go away...
The tiny little raindrops...
Somehow hide my tears for a while...
But then I look for that solitude...
And wait for an exile...
Why does my memory last so long?
I sometimes think and wonder...
When will my heart be ready...
For that ultimate surrender...
The hopes of hope make me insane...
And I feel falling is eternal...
So, I pack my luggage...
In search of vein and disposal...
I confute the feeling of revenge...
Cos' vengeance is never ending...
As that one tree that grows and makes a stand...
While the rest are all left bending...
The homeless Cuckoo peeps through my window...
May be it asks for shelter...
Despite the fact that it cant stay...
In search of a miraculous wonder...
